Petals are smashed
Buds bitten
Strong turns are ruptured
Enormous masculinity
Kept yet untouched
Track of beauty to be stuck of
Bathing the imposter
Water articulates its entackled strictures
Hissing prehistoric sensation
But time unseen
Overpowered its peripheral taboo
Flat flowing the fluid origin
Odour embarked salty satiation
Not to be judged by cliptic shackles
Enthrusted to glee the glow
Originates non-satiated ignition
Petals are smashed yet flower not blown!
Pranab k c
28/11/2016
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