when wildlife breaks the silence
of unseen monotonous point
their voices echo in the air
can’t escape the life's end...
in the forest lives the king
proclaims himself as Lord
where all followers do their duties
he ruled even if he’s not the God.....
in the jungle
where beast sits in the throne
with sword as his scepter
and rods made of thorns
he punishes when he wants
without taking some reasons
by the time he was dethroned
no one offered a home...
lady grace
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-inspiration-the-woods/
