Wrecking cold, withered leaves
Bathe dry and naked, in the heat
Buried fossil invites the monsoon
Impel not, a lightning or a thunder
Pouring out heavily, the rains arrive
Lovely are waterfalls, lakes and ponds
Marvelous sight, beyond imagination
For those living , in concrete jungles
Chirping birds making merry
Sprouting shoots, turning green
Busy ungulates, chewing them
The lively forest a virgin again
Flights of those flying fairies
Sight of the creeping wonders
Silently camouflaged creatures
Live, latching the tips of lives
Gibbering apes, braying asses
Growling tigers, howling wolves
The humming birds all around
Nature’s music just unwound
Jumping monkeys playing tricks
Vivid like humans, though it pricks
Cunning heads keep peeping out
Seeking refuge in borrows below
Glad it would be to play a host,
A cozy nest or a rabbit’s warren
A lion’s den or the lair of reptiles
No realtors, but natural estates
Home it turns for all who live
With their rage mighty survive
We call it, the law of the jungle
We humans, act to be humble
Capricious are the woods
A shyly passionate witness
To all those changing colors
Without any agony or stress
Never flaunt to cruelty of times
Invite inevitable with all smiles
With cognition deep in the heart
Every time, they tacitly remain
