The buff flaunts his elements <br />in a dissenting voice. <br />Don’t go into the lake. <br />There were no survivors. <br /> <br />Stop kissing the moon <br />all night. Clouds were moving <br />away for the coronation <br />of the sun. <br /> <br />The windowpane was broken. <br />Somebody has jumped into <br />the audience for a <br />golden drink. <br /> <br />It was my abstract thought <br />to donate my grief to <br />unrelenting god who was always <br />sending a twister with daffodils.<br /><br />Satish Verma<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tornado-tornado/
