[Poem] An Innocuous and a Forest
An innocuous is quite objectionable
For living somehow in a forest
That whisper in his ears
‘’Might is right’’
And shows its sharp nailed paws
And burning eyes to him
To turn his days into sombrous nights.
‘’Is he too stoic to be reformed?’’
A philanthropist with a lamp in hand
Asks to his mirror
But dies leaving the question unanswered
And the lamp extinguished.
In the darkness
A consequent narcotic solo
Reverberates in the forest,
Makes it drowsy
And bewitches the innocuous too
To produce foods, ladders, toys and others
For the heart-quaking wild whisperers.