A cyan globe <br />rolling in the black sky. <br />I was visualizing <br />an earthset <br />on the horizon. <br /> <br />Lianas <br />threw a noose <br />around my neck. <br />Did I <br />start the fires? <br /> <br />My dissent <br />was of any relevance? <br />Who was standing <br />on the moon? <br /> <br />Self-centered was your vision <br />I was trying <br />to turn the tide. <br /> <br />So much bragging <br />could not go well with me. <br />The tongue had the burnt taste.<br /><br />Satish Verma<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/burnt-taste/
