Forest

Now fear and terror

Wolfs around the trail
Foxes around the trail
Dancing and howling
Singing melodies of night.

Hearing those melodies
Moon looking down the wood's
Searching the singer's
Trails are milky white.

Seeing the brightness
On the face of moon
Owl shows the singer's
Screeching following the footsteps.

Rodent's in the darkness
With glittering fearful eyes
Hide and seek
For tasty gems.

Big foots on the move
Breaking branches
Chewing leaves and grasses
Creating shadows touching horizon.

Carnivorous sharpened their teeth
For bloody feast with sharp canine
Roared around again and again
To show their power infinite.

Crawling Snakes crawls all around
Monkeys on branches never slept
Birds of prey on high alert
Beautiful birds closed their eyes.

Woods are dark, darkened with mysteries
Hundred's of stars glitters there
It's time to live or die
The strongest, cleverer, fastest survive.

A man sitting in between trail
Opens fire into the wood's
Where peaceful journey of life survives
Creating bloodshed to turn Moon red.

Those trails are filled with bodies
Freezed for ever, turning blue
Wood's are calm and silent
Where stars never glitter in darkness.

Year's passed the tune changes
Wood's are memory of the past era
Where faces of terror and fear rules
In concrete jungles build on earth.


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Reviews

[Marie]

Wow! You captured the concrete jungles built by man superbly in this exquisitely penned poem, dear T. P... You paint a picture of the forest before these human-made jungles appeared and I could sense Nature at peace as life is meant to be in the forest. Then, humans created so much bloodshed over ownership of the land, stealing it from its rightful owners that the moon turned red. The moon no longer cast its light there and the stars never shone in the ensuing darkness. In the man made jungles, fear and terror rule. Peace no longer exists and heaven has become hell. A superb metaphoric write, excellent depiction and wondrous expression of feelings throughout the poem. A privilege to read your soul-touching poetry, dear T. P... Thank you for sharing, dear friend...

[Arundass TP]

Thank you friend 😊

[Marie]

Most welcome always, T. P...

[Fia Naturie]

This is so descriptive

"Those trails are filled with bodies
Freezed forever, turning blue
Wood's are calm and silent
Where stars never glitter in darkness."

[William Propsner]

Very nice descriptive poem.
A good visually captive read.

[Arundass TP]

Thank you friend 😊

[Eilis]

I remember going to the zoo as a child and being frightened when the gorillas would scream and bang on the glass walls of their cages. The unnaturalness of that space was something understood between us. The visceral reaction that naturally resulted from that meeting is something I’ve never forgotten. That zoo recognized the inhumanity of caging the animals in that way and built natural environments for them outdoors that mimicked their native ones. As humans I think we learn too slowly sometimes and it can be too late.

Your poem makes clear the divide between the human world and the natural world. It’s almost a palpable wall. And then the tragedy that results when we use our strength and power to dominate rather than co-exist with nature. It is a stark vision indeed.

[Arundass TP]

Thank you friend 😊

[Aarti Sriram]

You paint a raw and live jungle in your poem with vivid imagery dear @Arundass. There was a natural order with the wild life and a distinct behaviour and character to each species. With human intrusion we have created a chaos and disturbed the natural life. For our conveniences we have constructed and destroyed an order of life for even us humans. With natural calamities occurring so often and left with no lung spaces how are we to be termed progressive? Loved your descriptions of the wilderness and your shift slowly towards the wild inside us that has come outside as a bane. Thankyou for a rich metaphorical write,

[Arundass TP]

Thank you friend 😊

[Neville]

I've read this in its entirety twice back on back & once real slow .. and each time it scared the pants off me .. who knows what tomorrow may bring .. Neville

[Arundass TP]

Thank you friend 😊

[Neville]

..... 😎👍

[Sami Khalil]

It seemed that man uprooted the king of the jungle in an evil or sinister way by destroying it bit by bit and replacing it with concrete dwellings giving way to huge cities, pollution and smog added.
Wow!

[Arundass TP]

I think from Industrial revolution man transformed into ghost. Thank you friend

[Sami Khalil]

Hehehe! You are welcome Arundas.

[Ern M. Yoshimoto]

it makes me want to go on a hike through the hills again. it's great imagery, as well as sound. walking through nature, what i notice most is how quiet it is -- then i realised i'm not even thinking. that feeling of zen was carried in this poe, but, towards the end you leave a warning. nature is not something one should under-estimate. it is indeed a treacherous place. and to overly-romantacize can be a capital crime.

[Arundass TP]

Thank you friend for encouraging review.

[Betty Hermelee]

Very clear and somewhat raw, this poem shows us that the forest can be a dangerous place… where various animals dwell and how they fight each other for survival…. when the forest is blasted, the animals die and there is silence, then these woods become just a haunting memory…a concrete jungle…and forget what used to be…a beautiful place for many kinds of creatures to exist
warmly, B🌷

[Arundass TP]

Thank you friend 😊

[Betty Hermelee]

You’re very welcome 🌷
Warmly, B

[Rye]

WOW! This is so amazing, love your imagery in this and emotions.

[Arundass TP]

Thank you friend

[John the Baptist]

Yes, and the concrete jungles can be more dangerous than the natural ones. No predator is as dangerous as one with an AR-15

[Arundass TP]

Thank you friend 😊