Turmoil Poem by J Sheba Anandhi
Turmoil
In the tiny chambers, there is turmoil,
They all expand as the plasmas boil,
What is typically more of a trihedron
Blows up into a shapeless cauldron,
When the irritators hike up the pressure
No gauges can contain the measure.
Tuesday, September 7, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: simile,stress,shape
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