When jungle in flames, branches seek respite,
Nests with unborn shell, broken in sight;
Lions no longer roar, nor the Sun shines,
Why jungle once sworn on with blessings, dying?
There’re no deer be found nor chirping rhymes,
Nor tradition of any caterpillar, flying;
Leaves no longer dances in gusty winds,
Trees that coddled all; perilous are, not still.
Where grass cushioned worn out feet,
And moon lit eventually sulking nights;
Where time spent, spent in no shadows,
Why, a tranquil land amidst shrieks, went blind?
In a blazing jungle, if one shalt seek pride,
In its constitution’s, equality, to withal drive;
And where merchants inherited divine insights,
Nothing remains, except blazing hyenas as Knights!😇
© Pranav Chaturvedi 2021