Satpura ke ghane jungle
Deep and dark,
Spread over
A landscape wild,
High and low
With the waters green
And the skies blue
Shaded against the hills
With the vegetation
Tangling with creepers,
Leaves fallen and rotting,
Bushes and shrubs
In a dormant slumber
And awaking
With the birds and insects,
Serpents and jackals
And the huts of the tribals,
All primitive and pristine,
Full of greenery and vegetation
Running amok and wildly.
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