Forest Poem by RAVIKIRAN ARAKKAL

Darkness lay at the bottom,
Of the forest, dark and thick,
With the daylight making
Streaks here and there,
monkeys played
On the branches,
Leopards pwoled for preys,
Snakes crawled on trees,
Birds whistled, hooted, sang
As if in an orchestra,
Wind whistled through
The bamboo thickets,
Orange splayed by
The Forest fire trees,
Rivulets murmered a songlet,
With falls on the mountainside,
Covered by the forest,
Life was casual and slow,
In the forest, from where
From where we originated.