Nagarhole National Park!



I was in Nagarhole National Park and the life seemed to be in love once again. Every morning the love and harmony echoed to core of the heart etching a memory forever.
The best of the schools and higher education institutions failed to educate, all they did manage to create was a literate human out of me but not an educated one. 
Out there with Nagarhole National Park as my classroom and nature as my tutor I was ecstatic beyond control. Finally my education had begun. With the early birds diffusing the morning ragas to the gentle strings of filtered sunlight. 
Beautiful is the day and and so is the magic of Life!!!


Early to the sleepy morning brew
Opened the door to the spectacular wonders a few
Sunlight gently filtering through the misty haze
Sparkling the grass to trees in the majestic dew a blaze
Up goes the head of the elegant spotted dear in a fray
 Distant croaking adding chorus to the soulful ballet
Alarm bell chimes through the air
Jungle fowl reflect the mood in this eccentric world we care
Burst through the lair a pack of wild dogs
Hunger driven menacingly they dart to deer and hogs
Petrified deer loose the hay
Scampering quickly to safety and away
Bird choir to the beautiful symphony called life
We did, we do and will always thrive.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                         - ANANT DESHWAL 

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