Beautifully pensive, but not sad,
reflecting still
on life's mystery and her own heart,
youthful longing, seductive charm,
the lioness when not in need to prey and hunt
with a warm and a quiet gaze
and walk through the maze of the forest's ways,
past the herds of elephants and watch them graze,
walk past the swarms of birds
and watch them feeding on worms,
peacocks in their feathered glory and crown,
the lioness is never surprised
by what lurks around the bend
to interrupt her ground.
The forest, now humming with the silence that speaks
of a presence in the shadows of the tall weeds,
is the quiet scent, of the one she is seeking and being sought by it.
In the quiet that is lurking around,
she seeks the sound that will match her gait,
and make the dark and the light all alike.
Sushama Karnik.
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