Jungle by NS Ranjan

The day I was born I was in love with her whiskers and tail,
She picked me up with her hard claws as I laid silent and frail,
I followed her every step in the jungle as she hunted for food,
I dreamt to live the fearless life only she pursued.


I listened to her every word, like I couldn’t again,
Life is a tough journey, I learnt it from her immense pain,
As usual, she went on to hunt, and she lay me under a tree,
I waited for hours, searched for days but her I could never see.


I hunted myself for food and as I escaped the hunters,
I found myself amid humans in huge numbers,
I was chewing on an insect, and someone lifted me up,
A girl smiled wide and she put me in her small cup.


My heart was still in the past, in agony I was dead,
The little girl bathed me up and with her fingers she fed,
She offered me a shake hand and I wasn’t ready yet,
Memories of my mother troubled me, and she got upset.


For years, I was grieving and I never shook her hand,
She would come from college, and beside she would stand,
As I lay in silence, she would sing for me in her lovely matured tone,
She would speak for hours on phone, and she would sleep alone.


These days, I find tears in her eyes but she smiles at me,
She pretends to her parents she is happy and glee,
Every night from my carpet, I would see her cry and sleep,
Every morning I see her lose a bit more faith in the leap.


But today something pushed me forward, I walked up to her,
As she looked puzzled, I rubbed her face with my fur,
From her feeble faint face, a smile bloomed out,
She hugged me tight, and she cried out loud.


The human life is a jungle, the journey is tough,
I promise to stand as a guard in all her phases rough,
Like a hunter I’ll hunt the demons in her mind and heart,
She is the purpose of my life, I’ll never leave her apart.




Bio note:


NS Ranjan is a thoughts-reporter, like a news reporter; but only works for his mind. The camera is in the eyes, and there is breaking news usually in the nights.