A Leaf From Kanha Safari ~ 14.12.2024 Poem by M. Asim Nehal

Oh, safari goers, seekers of thrill,
what tales do you hunt on this vast, verdant hill?
for nature's rich canvas is painted in strife,
a masterpiece woven with threads of life.

Every dawn whispers secrets of the brave,
as nightfall draw the line ‘twixt cradle and grave'
each rustle a story, each glance a chance missed,
the predator's hunger, the prey's fleeting tryst.

Guardians of whispers that drift through the sky
tall trees are the sentinels that stand with a sigh.
They've witnessed the struggle, the rise and the fall,
yet their tongues remain silent, they cannot recall

The thrill of the jungle, a pulse that beats aloud,
where echoes of roars wrap the underbrush shroud.
In the vastness undefined where giants roam free,
death flirts and beckons, which we hardly get to see.

In Kanha's heart where shadows dance and play,
the tiger glides through emerald waves of sway,
majestic king with molten gold eyes, roams away,
and we keep guessing, while the jungle's secrets disguise.