Survival Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

Fathoming in her feline friendly eyes
For long familiar in my musing mind,
Which, nigh softened and responsive I find,
As if telling the world to be tad wise:

Ere, we moved free, not a boundary wall,
We've lost now our unhindered mother lands,
Defied have I a sure death after all,
But strange indeed to feel I still have friends!

I withstood survival's conflicting ends,
Not so many would in harsh hostile world,
Reduced to numbers verging on absurd,
Many must die alas, rivals and friends.

If you've a heart ticking, caring and kind,
The wild nature not wanting you would find.
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An orphaned leopard female cub must now face the wild world alone, her mother having died. A couple, photographers, track her journey, often losing the track. Once they lost her for months and then found it again, grown up now.She too recognises them. This poem is how the couple imagines the cub must be thinking looking at them in woody wilderness, then and now— wondering, I was lucky, but many would not have made it and survived.
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Sonnets | 02.02.08 |