Walking hours nay days in rustling grass
I arrive at the bottom of a watch tower.
I am not sure dear should I climb them
I ask to none being lost in this jungle.
The bottle slung with water long gone
Slinging berries on the way didn’t help.
Now and then distant roars evokes fear
Just as my aching feet cry out for rest.
I hope to get some rest as I climb up
Away from the wild roaming animals.
We can run no more dear say my legs
Much less walk or any such feat.
These steps are the last I assure
Till help arrives or a miracle dawns.
I climb up on to the watch area
Where sits an old smiling jaguar.
So you arrived visitor, welcomes he
How can he talk in my sweet tongue?
This must be a jungle dream for me
come true with jingles for wild him.
Look I have come for rest, plead I
And I frequent here for old prey.
Pray could you spare me please
And how would that benefit me?
Say I could not offer you much
But in you is an offer good to resist.
Sad not any more, we are two souls
Awaiting a new life as we wait.
You died long ago in this misty woods
I waited like a mystic here for prey
Till death found me before I could pray…
13 thoughts on “Wait at the Watch”
Very mystical bordering on meta physical I would say! I loved it! Very different from your usual works Sunith
Hmm.. I wrote it down as soon as the word watch tower came to mind. Happy to see it turned out well. Thank you for reading, Lalitha.
Wow, this is one deep poem that makes me want to take a walk in the jungle and also avoid the jungle at the same time. Haha. Great post, Sunith!
Thank you Parker
What a deep meaning poem dear Sunith.
Thank you Laleh
Great and different thought with beautiful words
Thank you so much
Very unique poem. Totally loved it.
Thank you Chinmayee. I am glad to see you liked it.
Something so different yet so touching and true, only you can pen it. Wow
Thank you Edward