The Last Resort Poem by Kamal Prashar

It, the Creature-
One of those ways scripted to the jungle
Should Her be melancholic?
For she doesn't diverge in all
‘‘Halt! What stays to those deep dark woods?
May yes may no, liberations so far, big or small? ''

A gaze of light arrived from a third
Perhaps stands here a better presumption
A quest to remain or a plunge with the fall
‘'Tis' a better road with pastures of red?
May yes may no, a full point to that Wall? ''

Dubiety, Distrust, Disquiet from the same!
An intellect with the caliber of Strong
Laid in the morn little strides of gold shawl
‘'Faith, Belief, Trust, what did Me gain?
May yes may no, a peril may upon Me befall! ''

Him, the One-
O' Creature of might with an opus being
To you I reveal with an open sigh
A way or two, perhaps the tertiary sprawl
Farther or near was a dispute but null
But blend they will on a decent ball!