Straight from the Heart

A fallen rose by the side of the lake. Smelling stale, a few petals torn, Nipped early in the bud. Probably used to woo someone’s girl-friend, Or as an ornament for the female head dress. Maybe a rendezvous object, probably to identify self? Who knows which womanly heart it filled, By its fragrance and touch? And now it lay uncared for, Sacrificed at the altar of love!

The monkey bared it teeth in irritation,                             swinging from a branch of a tree. The Macaw’s cacophony-like laughter seemed,                                        To add salt to the injury! Birds of varied feathers, screeched noisily,                          and flew in circles inside the cage. The hippopotamus lazily rose from the water,                      shaking its head, as if in a fit of rage! The noise awoke...