Jungle of chaos

A hungry stomach,

Or life in its entirety?

A growling stomach,

Outweighs risk to life itself,

A pregnant deer,

Stands on banks of river quenching her thirst,

She knows not,

Of a tiger eyeing her greedily for his next meal,

As is the tiger unaware,

Of a pack of hyenas ready to rip him whole,

To relish remnants of his hunt,

Jungle of chaos,

Continues as a circle,

As long as life remains,

A risky survival better than,

Unscathed monochrome tones,

None is a king under whims of a rumbling tummy.

91 words.

The above poem is the side effect of watching various National Geographic documentaries as a kid alongside my mother. 🙂

Acknowledgements :- Thank you Grace for hosting poetics at dVerse and thank you Tricia Sankey for providing the prompt. The prompt is exploring theme of risk. For rules please refer here. Thank you all for stopping by and reading.

17 thoughts on “Jungle of chaos

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  1. Oh wow, Aishwarya. The circle of life in the jungle is always full of risk. Beautifully written ❤️
    I loved how you wrote that the deer is unaware of tiger who in turn is unaware of the hyena. Great imagery


  2. So much to think about in your verses! I like the last line, “None is a king under whims of a rumbling tummy.” It’s true our hunger will humble us and also make us take risks. Your poem also brought to mind the idea that we can all be victims at times and oppressed, taken advantage of and other times we hold the power and perhaps hurt others. Maybe we are meant to live all these roles and the lessons are worth the risks inherent in this jungle! 💖

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