Beyond the grasp of the crimson light,
Beyond the reach of the gurgling waves
I saw a bird of majestic eyes
Looking down the branch knitted maze.
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In the weeds; but, let us watch our respective steps in life. Nice work.
A poem with sudden twists in its story and based on the recurring events on hunting taking place in the forests or used to take when hunting was a popular sport
A very well written poem Chetan.. Thanks for sharing..