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Through the Forest......!
#WritcoPoemPrompt52
Write a poem on "A tree house"
Saw the morning Sun's radiation from the horizon !
In a house made out of bamboo bands,
To escape from the danger and adversities on the ground !
In the heights, In the wildness of the forest, In that greenary,
It take less than a life for a human,
To roam the forest in search of birds and animals;
In the Invisible poles of highs and lows,
Nemophilists we are, fond of forest, wanderers in forest !
Instead of looking at watching the good luck based on sky !
He saw the sun, rain and snow as a blessing,
Living days and nights there,
what does the forest stories have to say ?
He moves his camera, hiding in the great desire to watch tiger,
The tree house, which has no facility,
Lamp with oil glowing in front !
sometimes the cook in him ,wakes up
The great art of cooking is incomprehensible to the little minds!
what is a traveller through the forest looking for?
What is his ultimate goal ?
what he sees his perfection ?
When we hunt an animal, the humanity and wildness merges and
become one; under savageousness :
An cycle of eating and being eaten,
An ethics of killing because of hunger !
Living beings who never speak !
Living beings who were not provided or protected by any laws !
Livings beings without dreams or expectations !
A forest traveller is not a predator,
With love he is trying to merge wild life with nature,
He want to see them in situ, his focal points converges to it,
The lens he place in front, the focal lengths he adjust for seeing;
Far and near wild lifes !
Those who move the camera from where they can be attacked at any moment !,
Animals that want to attack,
Humans who resist their aggression ,
The Cost of the lives of vulnerable animals, their frightening footsteps !
No vulnerable animal become invulnerable over time,
No invulnerable animal becomes vulnerable over time !
From a small worm in the forest to a lion or elephant are his focal points !
In the desolation of the trails,
In the abundance of wildness,
Lack of sensitivity, There is an inherent fundamental immense sadness !
Darkness, sorrow and violence,
The Savagery is one that ends when it survives these !
Calmness that leaves no room for maneuvers or hope
An Interpretation of life that can live up to expectations !
The uncertainity of being killed at any moment !
Food shortages that are not surrounded by any justice !
Availability of food ,where death is celebrated !
The corpses being half eaten has another heart wrenching Interpretations ! with indifference of births and deaths !
It is a feeling of sympathy for the mind that finally dissolves !
And sometimes an indifference that can give nothing !
The forest beauty has a lot of intrusions which make us to wander Inside through out !
A world where you can see the wild life of plants birds and animals,
Our camera lens first wandered through some hills and snow !
A herd of lion tailed monkeys were seen travelling somewhere !
He laughed inside when he saw the result of throwing them away,
The herd of elephant walk like meditators,
Thirsty Water that accumulates in lakes !
The gift of nature, its virtue,
Air, water food and shelter are the basic elements of life for even harmful animals ,
Despite all this, they are killed and eaten,
There is nothing permanent in the forest too.!
Temporary trees, their temporary flowers and fruits, temporary food, temporary death and birth,
When I saw some flowers
We wanted to merge with that fragrance!
Some sort of wildness affect this flowers too!
We were excited when we saw the sun,
The full moon of the night pushed us into a state of despair,
This is different experience to see the rain in the forest !
With birds fluttering their wings and perched on tree branches !
Sunbeams began to enter the canopy
from somewhere a flock of birds came to the next tree branch,
Thought for a while taking a picture of it !
If this is a new bird species,
one that no one has yet discovered !
For that we have to name them by ourselves,
We have to write its abode and life,
we have to show its enemies,
It was a flock of parrots
There are many subdivisions of it,
Some of them came near the treehouse !
We felt a curiosity to catch them,
These are talking parrots, budgerigars,
which can mimic human sounds !
They are trained in the vernacular,
For which what we are reluctant to say,
these parrot will say,
They speak louder than us !
They can understand things faster than we can,
We laughed as we looked at the canopy where not even the shadow of the tiger fell,
Even though there were four of us, only these parrot spoke !!
They made the place noisy !
While returning; They were allowed to fly from there to the heights !
The treehouse is now a house where the soul is lost !
We walked down from tree house like the other four parts of the soul in it,
We took pictures of leopard, Kangaroo and zebras......
Our travel destinaton was almost complete and we expect;
Then, If no one had set fire to that treehouse !
© Uma.V.S
Write a poem on "A tree house"
Saw the morning Sun's radiation from the horizon !
In a house made out of bamboo bands,
To escape from the danger and adversities on the ground !
In the heights, In the wildness of the forest, In that greenary,
It take less than a life for a human,
To roam the forest in search of birds and animals;
In the Invisible poles of highs and lows,
Nemophilists we are, fond of forest, wanderers in forest !
Instead of looking at watching the good luck based on sky !
He saw the sun, rain and snow as a blessing,
Living days and nights there,
what does the forest stories have to say ?
He moves his camera, hiding in the great desire to watch tiger,
The tree house, which has no facility,
Lamp with oil glowing in front !
sometimes the cook in him ,wakes up
The great art of cooking is incomprehensible to the little minds!
what is a traveller through the forest looking for?
What is his ultimate goal ?
what he sees his perfection ?
When we hunt an animal, the humanity and wildness merges and
become one; under savageousness :
An cycle of eating and being eaten,
An ethics of killing because of hunger !
Living beings who never speak !
Living beings who were not provided or protected by any laws !
Livings beings without dreams or expectations !
A forest traveller is not a predator,
With love he is trying to merge wild life with nature,
He want to see them in situ, his focal points converges to it,
The lens he place in front, the focal lengths he adjust for seeing;
Far and near wild lifes !
Those who move the camera from where they can be attacked at any moment !,
Animals that want to attack,
Humans who resist their aggression ,
The Cost of the lives of vulnerable animals, their frightening footsteps !
No vulnerable animal become invulnerable over time,
No invulnerable animal becomes vulnerable over time !
From a small worm in the forest to a lion or elephant are his focal points !
In the desolation of the trails,
In the abundance of wildness,
Lack of sensitivity, There is an inherent fundamental immense sadness !
Darkness, sorrow and violence,
The Savagery is one that ends when it survives these !
Calmness that leaves no room for maneuvers or hope
An Interpretation of life that can live up to expectations !
The uncertainity of being killed at any moment !
Food shortages that are not surrounded by any justice !
Availability of food ,where death is celebrated !
The corpses being half eaten has another heart wrenching Interpretations ! with indifference of births and deaths !
It is a feeling of sympathy for the mind that finally dissolves !
And sometimes an indifference that can give nothing !
The forest beauty has a lot of intrusions which make us to wander Inside through out !
A world where you can see the wild life of plants birds and animals,
Our camera lens first wandered through some hills and snow !
A herd of lion tailed monkeys were seen travelling somewhere !
He laughed inside when he saw the result of throwing them away,
The herd of elephant walk like meditators,
Thirsty Water that accumulates in lakes !
The gift of nature, its virtue,
Air, water food and shelter are the basic elements of life for even harmful animals ,
Despite all this, they are killed and eaten,
There is nothing permanent in the forest too.!
Temporary trees, their temporary flowers and fruits, temporary food, temporary death and birth,
When I saw some flowers
We wanted to merge with that fragrance!
Some sort of wildness affect this flowers too!
We were excited when we saw the sun,
The full moon of the night pushed us into a state of despair,
This is different experience to see the rain in the forest !
With birds fluttering their wings and perched on tree branches !
Sunbeams began to enter the canopy
from somewhere a flock of birds came to the next tree branch,
Thought for a while taking a picture of it !
If this is a new bird species,
one that no one has yet discovered !
For that we have to name them by ourselves,
We have to write its abode and life,
we have to show its enemies,
It was a flock of parrots
There are many subdivisions of it,
Some of them came near the treehouse !
We felt a curiosity to catch them,
These are talking parrots, budgerigars,
which can mimic human sounds !
They are trained in the vernacular,
For which what we are reluctant to say,
these parrot will say,
They speak louder than us !
They can understand things faster than we can,
We laughed as we looked at the canopy where not even the shadow of the tiger fell,
Even though there were four of us, only these parrot spoke !!
They made the place noisy !
While returning; They were allowed to fly from there to the heights !
The treehouse is now a house where the soul is lost !
We walked down from tree house like the other four parts of the soul in it,
We took pictures of leopard, Kangaroo and zebras......
Our travel destinaton was almost complete and we expect;
Then, If no one had set fire to that treehouse !
© Uma.V.S
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