Traveling to nature reserves and wildlife not only inspires many to be photographers, naturalists, bloggers but also brings out poetic skills in some. Asani Bhaduri, Ph.D., Assistant Professor of Molecular and Computational Biology, takes to poetry to share his jungle experiences with Saevus readers – ‘Junglimericks‘, as he aptly calls his poetic expression. Here is the next part of his much awaited series.
Flamish Orange, Black and White
The Tigress indeed is “Burning Bright”
The Queen of Bildanda
Escapes the Guides’ funda
Darshan? Only when she thinks the time is right.
Why Monitor? I am not in class
Screeched the Lizard while basking in grass
Though checking the surroundings I prefer
Nothing beats a woody armchair
Foolish nomenclature, Scientists are crass.
Who the hell made all the Warbler(s)
Tough to frame, tougher the identifier
Supercillium, ear coverts
Flight feathers, wing bars
Pipits wail, Us? Don’t bother
The lonely Jackal was marking his area
The forest in full bloom, Golden Cassia
The sandy riverbed
Suddenly turned red
Tiger behind? No, just sleep apnea
The Sun is up, so are we
From the dusty hole, to the morning breeze
We are Spiny-tailed
Our Kingdom thus be hailed
Oh, Crap! The Laggar – The enemy!!