The Prey

Nature’s child, in a jungle so wild
Lived a deep-eyed soul which knows no foul.
Long lurked the hunter, in his own banter,
Waited in the darkest of reed and paid no heed.

The soul went wildering in a spate to find a mate.
Out came the hunter with the choicest of splinters.
The soul was made angel, and all what she was not
She cried like a child and vowed to tie the knot.

An everlasting bond, a sincere voice
Was all she had thought.
Only to know that she was the prey.
A rehash, a cry, but never ever did pray.

The hunter left for a while in vain,
Not letting her know that he was in pain.
For his hunt was over and he became hunted
As the soul made him complete and gave him all what he wanted.

Nature’s child, in the jungle so wild, the hunter unites with the soul
How can love cease to exist?? When you know not foul.