Icing Poem by Satish Verma

The twin blasts and
lip-syncing was
no insane coincidence.
The travail of incredible sinking
will never be found.

The abstract family
and myriad remixing of stem cells
may solve the puzzle of
assured suicide of the earth.
The small rapes and big assaults?

A crazy progenitor wanted
to have a control on volcanoes
as on sea. The spewing
lava was throwing gas rich froth
to start a megarevolution.

Was it a terrible mistake of
you coming out of the mud pits?