In Pursuit

Entered the dense wilderness; Huge trees mantled together, Seem to reach the sunless skies, And their tender leaves turn Vibrant with soft tips smelling sweet. No golden rays dare to peep Through their leafy pinnacle, Where only the little bird, fond, With rosy mouth opened, Craved for digested drops From her tiny mom's blessed beak. Even the noon-shades gild The cool turf, as creepers Grew in thought-interludes. Large fleshy frogs, disguise in Rotting forest flora To save themselves from the cool, Silken-skinned, tongue-split hunters. Wild blooms, full with passions, Sensuously nodded at the Dark-headed Drones flew by. Calm below the leafy thatch Turned all, living and non ON. One could simply measure, View and feel the nature seductive. To where shall One escape from Haunting passions, thoughts and moods That made life so despondent! The safest haven ever, seem, Would, sure, be instincts pure.