The Jungle

Through the jungle
light and shade
thorns and cozy leaves
the track runs.
Pebbles,you stumble
swampy you feel
cool breeze comes
wolves howl;
lions roar
owls hoot
tigers growl;I walk
amidst
pain and pleasure.
Night is fiery
days are lovely.
Seasons change
situations too.
Winter shivers
rain threatens
wind intolerable
still I walk.
A death echoes
'Life' audible;
I think to leave 'the world'
but never.
The track in the jungle
laughs at me
I fail to leave it
I live here
I live here and will live here.24-01-2011