I strolled about, and in and out,
I tottered the woods in the snow;
My heavenly beard flowing out
No whiter than the snow.
At some time it did pass
Behind the tall trees and grass-
A striking buck with antlers nine,
Gracing the snowy woods divine.
I drew back, death ready to hit,
Thought, “Ah what treat for me to host;”
The antlers adorning my wall well lit,
Quite an adventure for me to boast.
It did think I was his friend,
There and then all rush stood still;
It came close to thinking, “it’s my end,”
But yes it did amidst all chill.
Breathe the air enveloping my arrowhead,
It’s a magnificent sight to behold;
Introspecting if I still want it dead,
Its lifeless carcass on the snow that’s cold.
There and then all rush stood still,
My body said, “Stop.”
With merely half a mind to kill,
See arrow missed, my bow did drop.
In my shoulder, it did poke its snout,
Hugged me like my next of kin;
Turned back and left unlike a rout,
With its head higher than mine has ever been.
I wouldn’t regret but only rejoice
For maybe I made the right choice.
—Vaibhav ThakurLike & Share this post