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.
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