Lazy-Bones Poem by VIPINS PUTHOORAN
Lazy-Bones
There was room for roaming
And the land was not a moor.
But surrounded by oak tree
Beside the lake
Where an elk
Was sleeping like a log on that green vale
Didn't wake up
To eat the grass
And became under the grasp
Of a tiger in trice
Before leaping into the pinnacle of life.
love the rhythm, the imagery and the build-up to the last line, Vipins
Secondary consumers will take on primary ones like richer take better lived than poorer...law of nature and therefore the fight to live better is on.Otherwise life is boring..Life ends in a crescendo as an elk cannot be crocodile...well conceptualized and the title has enough undercurrent within
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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The conclusion is interesting, for what is the 'pinnacle of life' referring to? Is the ultimate goal to be consumed? If so, how is that the peak of existence? Curious. The imagery is beautiful and the title excellent. The story is thought-provoking. Very interesting.