Amidst all the chatter, the honeygold voice is missing
As the predators roam about looking for prey
You the best among them, gone,
Perhaps searching for high ground
Stropping your passion claws, flexing your love muscles
Yet, it helps to think that you're not solely predatory
For you stand apart, the music in the din
The unvanquished Jungle Queen with the unmistakable urban sheen
No lurking, no skulking for you
But the proud frontal attack
Turning men to jelly, your squirming victims
Now that your unmistakable melody is missing
The forest orchestra is playing out of tune
The green mystery of the wilderness all but lost
For the lonesome curious trekker
He picks up his binoculars, scans the whole horizon
But as far as his eyes can see
It's only a barren, sandy wasteland
Come back, O Jungle Queen, come back with your magic
With your rousing majestic strides make the forest green
Newborn grasses will sprout wherever you tread
Trees bending their crowns in regal salute
Flowers will bloom, birds will sing
And all the playful cubs will gambol by the spring
So come back and play your music, O Jungle Queen
How you bring the beautiful images to spring to life, lift off the page.... An opening of your heart and it's honorings. Lovely piece!
Insightful piece of poetry, well articulated and nicely penned in good diction with conviction. Thanks for sharing Kar.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like this. You have painted a beautiful picture of this jungle queen. I would like to meet her.