Game Of Death Poem by M. Asim Nehal
Game Of Death
Soaring eagle with focused eyes
Nothing escapes from their sight
Miles away from the target they may appear
Within few seconds they descend
Catch their prize,
Goes back on their flight.
Leopard, with well-camouflaged fur
Waits for the opportunity
They may take the ariel route sometimes
When they pounce,
Hardly miss to suffocate.
The crocodile, hides beneath the surface of the water
They grab and pull
They enjoy the drowning of their prey
And do the "Death Roll"
They never miss any opportunity
Nor anything can escape their jaws.
Indeed death is a game....a well thought out write after a good observation....5*****
A world of predator and lamb. Be wary or suffer the fate! Great poem!
Fantastic! A piece of work worthy of profuse admirations...5 stars
I am glad to inform that my poem Water, Water was selected as the poem of the day on 19.April
The killers have been given many gifts for fast hunting. They never miss a target
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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All creature have their own ways to survive.