Strong Water- I mean, Aqua fortis

You contain me in a thickened
glass jar.

I remember, once a maniac
poured my savage drops
over a chrysanthemum,

and observed its torment with glee.

He applied me even on his rice bowl,
noted the time taken
for ashes to form.

Then he tried tasting me

I savored his innards, instead.

Still I'm hungry
ready to scorch your softness, sweetheart,
and burn it yellow.

Had I been the brimming rain clouds
one third of this silly earth
would have got roasted

two thirds of it would have been
oceans of me.