The Chase Poem by Indranil Bit

The last time in the woods;
Beneath the hazy pine maze;
Wearing a white gown in silk;
And a gray robe, a flying lace;
A scalpel sizzles from a distance;
And all hunter bow throngs at;
The hazy pine is now dismantled!
The indigenous chase is begun!

A pack of savages on later half;
Who deceive themselves superior!
A sole fighter! Is he on former half!
Who deceive a scary cat nightmare!
A chase, a game, what chase! What gain!
Define a horror, defy better morrow!
The hazy world is now dismantled!
The indigenous chase is begun!

The white gown, the gray robe,
The red tinge, the blank roar,
Two emerald stones, a deep fall,
A scalpel sizzles, all savages tall,
The game that perceive the gain,
Conclude horror, conceive morrow!
The hazy life is now dismantled!
The indigenous chase is begun!