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!
About the Author
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.