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Rotten

Do you think a snail’s
Slow pace is for no reason?
The culled bird trying to
Extend its wings to demure
Sky is only a symbol of a
Pervert risking nuances?
The hostility of a thunder
Swelling over damp earth is
To spread signal of mortified
Soul reveling in treason?
Births are strictly camouflaged
With surreal dream; asking
Trussed beliefs to melt upon
Altar of smouldering mind.

Copyright @Tiku 15/09/2015

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Comments (2)

A nice thought provoking poem with diff, questions and doubts in mind.
Spechless.. unique thought. thank you