When Mountain Twists Poem by Satish Verma

When Mountain Twists

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The right or wrong thing,
a praying mantis decides, eating
away the head of mate in conjugation.

The decapitation was
easy, sitting on a giant hollyhock
like a saint in meditation.

The bull wants all dead,
From earth to sky aristicracy
moves to start the holocaust.

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