A Walk In The Jungle Poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay

A Walk In The Jungle



A walk in the jungle where penetrates no ray,
Falling and rising, losing and finding way,
The thorns are sharp, bushes darkly dense,
Amid sky touching trees, fear of unknown reigns!
Prowling shadows dart, hungry wolves bay,
The air reeks of blood, predators pounce on prey,
The dying in agony moans, killer howls in joy,
The dead finds no regret, no mourners' convoy!
No hand is without blood, no heart free of pain,
Not one flying white dove without curse's stain,
A walk in the jungle, enacting monstrous play,
Falling and rising, losing and finding way!

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