Alone in the wild


serenity and solitude,
sorround  me,
the sounds of bush cricket,
the dead dry leaves,
the breeze driven branches,
the dark night and growling,
or sounds of cuckoo,
butterfly and bees...
.. my companions.
i see my growing,
graduating from bud to flower,
my blooming and dying alone!
no body to endear! 
never to be enamoured! 
like some of you in the plains,
with your own people,
as good as without them! 
alone, overlooked,not appreciated,
for who you are! 
but then God knows,
what is best for me or you,
in the wild or in the plains!


Image Credit : Google 


  1. eddaz · August 15

    Beautifully written…

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  2. GILDASPOEMS · August 15

    “In the wild,” sounds deliciously peaceful…and your poem just brought me there. Beautiful 😊

    Liked by 1 person

  3. thoughtsnlifeblog · August 15


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