You decide first-whom
to blame? As if I am―
on threshold of denial
and anger.
When to kill a polluter,
who was deployed to―
protect the virginity of blue ocean?
The stealth fighter becomes a fake.
They meet like polygamists
exchanging the rings to remain
unfaithful. The untested blood
was a carrier.
On the brink, comes the army
of black ants, waking the lover
in evening light. You should not
stir. Greed will make the sleeper move.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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Comments1
As my dad would say,
“Never disturb a sleeping snake”!
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