Rotten Poem by Anil Kumar Panda

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