The Dominating Anchor. Poem by Subrata Ray

Lip needs lip to feel the beep,
And to taste the shower fall in desert,
The writhing tornado mountains the hearts .

Unnaturally natural for Nature's play,
The Eve defies Adam's Paradise,
More of Satan's scheming to God,
The island gateway stays on Anchor.

The Abyssinian pilots breaking the forest,
Lunch to cause ruinous explosion,
The dumbness accelerates the fiery motion.

The exhausted collapse rests on Anchor,
And the humor of the wills demand the same,
But for the Anchor the Primeval plays no duel game.