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Cycle of Life

By Aparna Bandyopadhyay

Contributory Author for Spark Igniting Minds

Those are the flowers

In their lovely bowers,

Wafting out their scents

In breezy vents!

Then came a bee

Humming as we see,

Sat on the flower

In that lovely bower!

It had its fill

And sucked until

Was with nectar sated.

For a moment, there she waited!

Quietly in the greens,

A chameleon preens;

And out comes the tongue

And the bee was stung!

The chameleon darted above

Into the dense foliage grove,

And mighty smug, there he felt.

Was proud of his own power and stealth!

Without any creaking of branches,

Crept the serpent in his trenches

And that was the chameleon's end.

The Devil was waiting at the bend!

The bellyful serpent lay on the grass

The sunrays on leaves, as bright as brass.

Lurking mongoose pounced upon

The dozing serpent, like tiger and fawn!

Who is an angel, who is the beast!

The top of the chain is someone's feast.

Once a hunter becomes the prey,

Cycle of Life comes into play!

(Featured Image by azazelok from Pixabay)

About the Author

Ms. Aparna Bandyopadhyay

Aparna has been a physics teacher in various Air Force Stations and Private schools in civilian areas, whenever stationed at a place. She has written articles and poems in Air Force magazines and regional publications.

She is now focusing on methods to make the environment green and safe. Her motto is to keep learning from young and old alike, there being no end date to learning.

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