Only by accident you
will find life in
the dead elephant.
We start soul-searching
to uncover,
the hidden path to─
landlocked sea of poachers
of ivory truth.
Infant cries, sleeping
in grass, wait for the
blossoms of spring.
Like a panther
a red cloud descends
to kill the moving, play
without pain.
The nightfall,
when you will discover
yourself in grief
and wait for the sun.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: October 9th, 2017 21:28
- Category: Nature
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