A new cyclone-fetus forms
in the Bay of Bengal.
An enticing angel fish and
a violent vortex develop in
the same briny womb.
The marine mother is surly,
conditioned by the global
warming.
The newborn too grows up
wayward.
The sea changes swiftly as
a mad elephant.
A swirling mouth swallows
everything.
Sweaty construction ends
in salty destruction.
The torrential miseries
shower heavily.
Will science abort embryos
of devastation?
First published in The Literary Hatchet.
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Dear Poeter, The wounds
Dear Poeter, The wounds inflicted on the earth by the ravages of nature are numerous. There’s just one minute of smile or one minute of crying brought from behind each event. The mind that seeks something permanent on eternal life as a human being cannot fight to the last before nature. Write More Congratulations
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