Poem -

fault line within.

The ground trembling under my feet,
Feelings of destruction stir,
Emotionally drained as the earth seamy wakes from slumbering sleep,
agonistically running deep,
Destruction on a warpath within,
Operation derives wounds deep,
Seeping, forcing ,surface rise,
Cracks apparel hounding plunder,
Ruthlessly like thunder,
Isolation boundaries your sin,
Revolts the fault line beneath the skin,
Touch not,
The outside corundum,
Internally combusting's core,
Condemnations fundamental sore,
Reaping solitude,
No more,
Weakness promise,
Surrounding bloodsheds gore,
Controversy between law,
froth , boil, blistering skin,
Tortuous incantations,
boundaries your sin,
Profanity lies,
Ravaged skies,
Restraint thee,
By shoulder ties,
Bound by chains irony,
Pleading accordingly,
Structure breaking foundational silence,
Screaming in outrageous tone,
Heartening simplicity zones,
Suffocating thrones,
Scattered broken bones,
Tolerance unknown.
Beware,
Scornful echoing harrowing cry,
Underneath this incidentally woken tormented sin,
Barring fault line within.

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Ravindra Kumar

Need to condemn arising the fault line within,...

Regard,

Ravindra Kumar

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