A Note On Jungle Safari - May-5-2024 Poem by M. Asim Nehal

In the heart of the jungle, where nature's song resounds,
yet another safari turned to boon, as we found
mother and her three cubs, a sight to behold,
a tale of wild beauty, a story to be told.

First, we sighted a cub, nestled in the bush,
free from the world's chaos, in deep slumber,
a peaceful haven, away from the hustle,
a moment of serenity, a sight to remember.

As the sun began to set, around six ten in the eve,
mother's call echoed through the trees,
the cub awoke, drawn to the sound,
and to our surprise, the other two joined,
a family reunion, a moment so profound.

They played in the water, a joyous sight,
mother gathered them all, a cat-walk so bright,
a display of pride, a spectacle to behold,
as if she knew we came to see them in their abode.

The sun began to set, its golden rays fading,
the jungle kingdom's true glimpses, we were granted,
as the four of them disappeared into the bushes,
this memory etched in our hearts, forever to cherish.