Ode to the beauty

Ode to the Beauty

Alone
she stood,
Her lungs whistling
perspiring,
bleeding,
against the hyenas licking tongues,
her only saviour
her shadow
had turned his back,
thousands of arrows
pierced
every inch of her body
and
the hunting
seemed unending....
They grew
more lusty,
more fierce,
more poisonous,
more deadly,
Her only fault
her beauty...!
and he said,
" A thing of beauty is joy for ever".


Mukesh Raval
Palanpur
India[27/01/2010]

Author's Note

upto you sirs...