The Moor Poem by Rajagopalan Kumar

Over the wide wild moor with hills and vales
With a lion's roar, the night wind blows a gale
Dry leaves that spotted the earth, scoop up in flight
Like many a spotted deer that scramble up in fright.

The full moon climbs behind the distant hills
Long shadows of spiky cliffs dive into the vale
Moving dark shapes that chills the strongest wills
An eerie nocturnal sound turns our face so pale.

Day Breaks - - >
Amidst the clumps of shrub and lumps of clay
Know not to where , a mud path winds its way
Crisscrossed by fallen twigs , leaves and hay
At a bird's eye view, a real serpent at slumber lay;
A lonely dirty caravan trudges along throughout the day
Like a gobbled prey drudges down the serpent's gullet way.