Listen to the meadows and bushes
The frightening silence
Of the dense forest.
You sick predator!
On top of the food chain
Never content.
Hunt the week
The prey you seek
isn't asleep
Its silence isn't sleep
He's listening your listening
watching every step
like a trap he set
SURVIVAL. SURVIVAL. SURVIVAL.
When survival turns into rage
Evolution is witnessed.
Predator, the food chain
Is still a chain.
-Lohithaksha
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Senseless scribbles
PoetryA collection of my micro tales, short conversations, poems, random thoughts and yes my senseless scribbles.
