DEVIL’S REALIZATION

O flamingo, your pink is fading. 
Pick up the spirulina, it was caste-based. 
It hits there, where it hurts more. 

You were chasing, standing on one leg 
salt was dwindling in the lake. 
The stink unlike you is going to stay. 

I am learning the hard way, the 
blue island of ice is staying with a thread. 
A sweet flesh comes from the mountain from other end. 

Whose gold was melting now? 
Sucking the milk tinged with blood? 
Breasts are shrivelling in monoxide.

Satish Verma