Madhai Safari ~ 31.10.2024 Poem by M. Asim Nehal

In a jungle where whispers weave through trees,
where sunlight dapples, dancing with the breeze,
each creature feasts in nature's grand buffet,
but a sambar's cry disrupts the tranquil day
heartbeats quicken, a thrill in the air,
safari travelers grasp at dreams laid bare,
eyes bright with wonder, they scan the wild maze,
hoping to catch a glimpse of the King Tiger's gaze.

Pag marks weave stories, a furtive display,
silent footprints tracing where the majesty may play.
but the sun dips low in the sky ready to bow down,
casting shadows of longing as day bids goodbye.
our sail between hope and desire dashed,
as darkness unfurls its velvet cloak with care,
the Gypsy rolls back, through the gates,
leaving hearts aching, beneath the starlit dome.

Yet within those whispers of dusk's gentle sigh,
lies the pulse of the jungle, where wonders lie,
a promise of morning, where dreams take to flight,
for in every ending, dawn waits to ignite
our next safari at morning will begin
with another bubble of excitement
and who knows, the wonder is waiting to surprise.