Simple Target Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal
Simple Target
It is mere prey
Falling to their way
Loosing life for simple
Night brings in trouble
Cunning fox
Is out of box
Goes in for hunt
In search of food with attack blunt
Many animals sleep carefree
In confided area or under trees
There is no protector
Only sky above and creator
Well, fox is lucky
The food is just before and ready
With little try and courage
The meal is managed
Day is spent with sleep
With no more worries to keep
The night may again pave the way for search
Till the ignorant target is within reach
Scott Ransopher likes this. Scott Ransopher Another good poem Hasmukh! 25 mins · Unlike · 1
Some unbeknownst are the willing meal Tracy Bollinger11 minutes ago In the grand order, no worries! Cool write. Comment +1
Ok Gia W13 minutes ago It's ok, not my cup if tea Comment 0
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i got lost Gabriella Elise12 minutes ago i found it hard to follow
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It is mere prey Falling to their way