Monday, September 24, 2007
A Poem
FOREST STORM
Leaves shake, water rise
Once sleepy mirror
The pond - turbulent!
The swimming serpent's
Slithering slim self -
Shifting enhanced waves.
Last gulp of water
Last deer quickly takes,
Hurries deep in green
Along with its mates.
Proud tiger raises
His furious face
Who has roared louder
In his dwelling place?
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5 comments:
lovely words...you have crafted it so beautifully and along with it a nice pic too...wonderful poem!
The framer of his immortal symmetry?
Lovely!
I like the 'wildness' of your poetry.
Thanks for visiting.
Excellently crafted.
love the idea of the storm and the tiger roaring
thank you
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