Kay Hassan
Version I
Wandering towards the peek
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-terrane
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.
Version II
Wandering towards the peak, a solitary figure,
With my rifle in sight, a companion in the cold,
Where only mysterious beings, unknown to man or beast,
Were meant to dwell within the icy stronghold."There are no deer in these parts, little hunter," I said,
That thought anchored deep within my mind,
Until the horizon unveiled a majestic sight;
A grandeur deer emerged, as if by design.Running wildly on the milky snow in the frigid cold,
Propelled by the divine illumination of the Almighty's light,
The scene compelled me to flee death's icy grasp,
As the grandeur deer raced into the night.Followed by a streak of magnificent spotted tigers,
Approaching with jaws agape and thrusting paws,
He was racing his destiny at a full swing,
Fighting back with splendid, fatal symmetry—
The velvet-covered antlers against the tigers’ jaws.Haunting the sky like a thousand Albatross,
His hooves thundered with the sound of a city’s roar,
He flew through untrodden, storm-troubled trails,
And ran above sliding avalanches, forevermore.Crossing a million barriers, rocks, and traps,
Following the lead of instinct, he tripped and fell,
Rolling down from cliff to cliff,
On the harshest landscape God has ever compelled.Like a charismatic leader, he maneuvered through death,
Counting on my clumsily assembled form,
While conflicts amidst the ambush swirled around,
Each moment a tempest, a wild, raging storm.In such a wasteland where Heaven’s glory sprawled,
He ran with wet eyes and fog of breath,
Where steps rhymed like a sacred bell,
And the power of will shone brighter than death.I screamed, "O Glory of the sky!" within the hearts of three,
(The tigers, Himalaya, and myself in this plight.)
I felt the weight of shame in that frozen tableau,
Keen to witness the deer's leap and the tigers' fierce fight.“Have any royal tiger horses witnessed such a chase?”
He jumped from the edge of the world, a daring flight,
Over the hermits' suicide cliff, a leap of faith,
"God must have made a river from the mountain's snow,
Streaming down the valley, a paradise in sight,"
Said the first hermit I met, wisdom in his gaze."Enlighten me, blessed one," I shouted in the cold.
“May someday, in the same season,
The ocean's tsunami strike the heights,
And take the heart of Himalaya apart," he foretold.There was no moment to question him further—
The tigers scrutinized the flying deer in shock,
And like we do for glowing gods,
They held him in the highest regard, a sacred rock.We stayed, as much as we could,
Hands on the hilt, and paw on heart,
Until the deer rested on the frozen stream,
He swam to where he was out of reach,
On the other bank of the ice-locked river,
He lingered across the untouched, snowy beach.He turned back his head without regret,
And stared high from afar, a frozen king,
Docilely in sorrow, for us he gazed,
As the ambush crumbled, a shattered thing.Each tiger, now a lone wolf in the frost,
Retreated through gloomy, ice-bound trails,
No longer interested in their frozen pact,
As they began their solitary, upward scales.Though everyone was gone, I stood idle,
Amid boundless rage, frozen in time,
With my arm next to the sage, a pillar of ice,
Weaving shame into this frosty rhyme.In this realm beyond mortal comprehension,
Where frozen reality bends and breaks,
The court of nature ran out of verdict,
And I remained, changed by the frozen stakes
