Yungee Ikhshat
Grabbed
A mighty nighty
To pull down
A sky of flowers of stars
Galaxy to escape life
In turn
A punch
blew his chin
Three teeth
Thrown out on floor
A blood line
Built a red path
Sky open
Fall on him
Out from torn mighty
Loved as beginning of earth
Keeping open
Doors and windows uncurtained
Howling high
The thunder storm
Flying with fire
As if
Cosmic world
With chaotic friction
Missing axes
To revolve
Round its own orbit!
Pranab k c
25/07/2017
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