BLAZING TRAIL

They swim like tadpoles. 
Thoughts! 
I was waiting at the far end of pond. 

Heartburn increases at dusk, 
fierce battle of blazing stripes 
on blankets. 

On the scarlet face 
a bridge was burning 
in wide open eyes. 

Somebody takes an aim 
hauling a runaway bruise. 
Blood comes out roaring. 

Weep, my stars, 
ice was thin  
drowning the lake.

Satish Verma