The woods are dark and deep
remain aloof from the whirl
not a sound nor a beep
could be heard in the twirl.
The darkness and stillness
send an awe down the spine
could be a cause of denseness
they signal a caution in the line.
The random roar of the lion
the far away chatter of the monkeys
the tweets of birds in the line
added by the bray of donkeys.
These tweets and touts as heard
fall shallow into the wilderness
cross, not the boundaries in a nerd
seem to be insignificant in the quietness.
The woods are dark and deep
as there are nothing to reap
being hard for one to peep
lies as quiet as a sheep.
Meenas Poems 