The Law Of Nature Poem by Ravi Panamanna

FOR EVERY CALAMITY, THE PRICE IS ONE'S OWN LIFE.
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Gun was his strength;
A range was under his belt.
Tuskers were his prey
And sandalwood trees were his mint.

And he was the king of the jungle;
A picnic unto his territory was only a dream.
Within the darkness of woods
He was a Hitler of our modern times.

Whereas our harvests are rice and wheat,
His harvests were elephants and police fleet!
For long, by terrorizing a world
He conquered his own world.

And crores were under his belt;
We know not where this treasure was kept.
Where in the forest is a bank
Except the sight of snakes and riverbanks?

For every bloodshed
The price is one's own blood.
No thief is ever scot free,
From the law of life he can’t endlessly flee.

And in a police fight
He finally ended his unconquerable flight.
Gun was his might
But, he too met a sad plight.