Theme: Life

Burnt Taste

A cyan globe rolling in the black sky.
I was visualizing an earthset on the horizon.
Lianas threw a noose around my neck.
Did I start the fires?
My dissent was of any relevance?
Who was standing on the moon?
Self-centered was your vision
I was trying to turn the tide.
So much bragging could not go well with me.
The tongue had the burnt taste.


More By  :  Satish Verma

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