Kay Hassan
With my rifle in sight,
where only enigmatic beings, unknown to man or beast,
were meant to dwell within the icy peaks.
"There are no deer in these parts, little hunter," I said,
And that was what anchored in my head,
Until the horizon unveiled a majestic sight;
A grandeur deer, emerged from nowhere.
running wildly on the milky snow in the frigid cold,
Propelled by the divine illumination of the Almighty's lantern,
The giant scene soon,
impelled me to escape the clutches of death,
In such a wild cold, the grandeur deer ,
was followed by a streak of a magnificent,
Spotted tigers, approaching His loins,
Here and there; with giant gaping jaws and
Thrusting paws , everywhere around Him ,
And behind Him.
He was racing His destiny at a full swing ,
Fighting back with His splendid
Fatal symmetry –
of the velvet covered- Andouiller- (Antler.)
(Against the Tigers' dispute.)*
Haunting the sky like a thousand Albatros
And making the noise in the scale of a giant city,
He flew, through the un-trodden,
storm-troubled downhill trails,
And ran above the sliding avalanches –
And down on His way -The Deer,
crossed a million barriers and rocks,
traps, strongholds and tree stalk,
following the lead of His instinct
He tripped and-
Fell down from a cliff to cliff
Rolling down
On the harshest landscape God has ever made,
And like an experienced charismatic leader,
manoeuvred for a thousand narrow escapes of death,
counting on my clumsily -assembled statue
and conflicts amidst
the ambush* fellows over the first bite.
In such a wild waste-land
Where still Heaven’s glory sprawled .
He ran with wet eyes and fog of breath,
where steps rhymed like a sacred bell.
And as the power of will shone
More lustrous than the thunder of arms.
I screamed. 'O Glory of the sky,
within the triple murderers' hearts.'
(The Tigers, Himalaya and myself.)
I felt the scene with a horrible shame.
But keen to watch the deer's spring and
Tigers' ambush's attack-at once
“Have any royal-Tiger Horses.
witnessed such a deer stalking rivalry.”
He is jumping from the edge- of the world-
Over the hermits' suicide cliff.
"God must have made
out of the mountain's snow
a river in the spring -
streaming down the valley,
to flow on the paradise cushion'
said the first hermit I met.
"Enlighten me, blessed one," I shouted. ' May, someday, in the same season
the ocean's tsunami hit the height,
And take the heart of Himalaya apart ' He added.
There was no extra moment to ask him--
The Tigers scrutinised the flying-
Deer in shock, and like we do
for the glowing gods
They held for him a highest regard.,
And came to prompt halt
We stayed, as much as we could
hands on the hilt, and paw on heart,
Until the Deer rested on the stream
He swam to where He was out of reach,
On the other bank of the river,
He lingered across the untouched meadow, and
Turned back His head without regret
And stared high from afar;
Docilely in sorrow, for us
He saw the ambush*- have crumbled to lone wolves
Each through a gloomy trail,
was running up with no interest in
Their syndicate, anymore.
They had already started the climb.
Though everyone was gone
Idlest I was amid the boundless rage,
With my arm next to the sage.
Playing the dedicated pillar of the tale.
Weaving, in shame, a new twist,
and brewing a universal storm in heart
Where the death ceases to have intellect.
And Thy court ran out of verdict.
The End
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* The symmetry- in William Blake's Tyger. (Tiger.)
*Ambush-streak = Group of tigers.
