Abel Thundil
Posted on : 22 May 2021
TRUE GUTS
The lion has lost
A claw,
Half of his mane,
Much blood,
His pride.
And yet you see him roar
From the edge of the Savannah
With the tyranny of an earthquake.
The crocodiles submerge
And flamingos take off in the thousands
On hearing his song;
Like electronic music,
Enjoyable yet repulsive,
Lacking yet full.
The lion has lost
A claw,
Half of his mane,
Much blood,
His pride.
Yet one will think thrice before looking into those eyes
That see through you
To your skeleton
And soul.
The eyes that see through you
Like a morning curtain,
A leaf,
A young deer being pounced upon
And not heard from again.
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Posted on : 22 May 2021
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