Call Of The Wild Poem by lalitha iyer

It pulls me
egging me to go ahead
the wild is so fantastic
I cant resist, but yield.
The song of the greens
the whistling unknown birds
the piercing Cuckoo
pinching my heart's youth
I cant resist, but yield
I have to go ahead and see.
When the lightning cuts across the heavenly breast
you feel the spark embering upon your chest
when the thunder roars across the satanic clouds
you shiver with the mysterious fear feeling the deads
Rain, felling the earth with ferocious tide
Painless strains plunges me into stinging abides.
Wild, exciting, enflaming the inner being
the esctastic birds, emperors of free love
rippling ponds and walls of wave-urging ocean beds
like the giant mouth of the monster of fairy tales
ponds like the golden curls of mermaid unfurled
in their green palms strewn across I stuck upon
wonder how many gossips are hidden on leave faces
and nature creeps into my being with her trump card
Death is very attractive and tempting
it lures every time you face it with new inventions
every death full of new blind convictions
groping in the dark with the body of emotions
tears cascading down and weeping loneliness penetrating
impregnant with the stunning seed of truth stupifying
with every new death, new life is born within
and the every death crushes me with an upper hand
and captivates me with its charming pride
once again totally helpless and abandoned with emptiness
I start drawing a new map to measure her ambiguities
amazingly clear, she wipes off all old traces
and new faces of death dances upon the wild once more
The charm of life is death and death frightens you just beautifully.