Devil's Realization

O flamingo, your pink is fading. Pick up the spirulina, it was caste-based. It hits there, where it hurts more. You were chasing, standing on one leg salt was dwindling in the lake. The stink unlike you is going to stay. I am learning the hard way, the blue island of ice is staying with a thread. A sweet flesh comes from the mountain from other end. Whose gold was melting now? Sucking the milk tinged with blood? Breasts are shrivelling in monoxide. SATISH VERMA