Alone In the Forest
The rhythm of the stream nearby
and the grazing sound of the deer
were the finest music I had ever heard.
I could still see the glimpses of
the cutest cheetah cub,who came as a refugee
and the malicious monkey and its wavy long tail.
Those were the good old days where the,
migratory birds perform meteoric murmuration,
before roosting on my arms .
In pursuit of the streams round me;
in hunt of the deers and cheetah,
I was about to inquire my neighbors,
later savvied I was lingering there all alone,
I sobbed like a missed child,
gazing at the sky,
with a vacuous mind.
Suddenly an endemic bird
landed on me and said
I am the last tree of this forest.
Copyright © Supraja Kannan | Year Posted 2020
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