One-legged thought <br />had a solitary confinement. <br /> Down’s syndrome frightens the catfish. <br /> <br />The bottom dwelling <br />body double, wants a compensation <br /> for jumping up to your lips. <br /> <br />Not impressed, in vitro <br />the black moon <br /> heaps a silver spoon in your mouth. <br /> <br />The body preys on your soul. <br />Are you ready to take a dip <br /> in the smoke coming out of the tunnel? <br /> <br />The hard boiled tale <br />of intrauterine device, seals the <br /> fear of life. there was no birth, no death.<br /><br />Satish Verma<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tribulations-5/
