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Anushila Jana

Inspirational

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Anushila Jana

Inspirational

The Forest Bright

The Forest Bright

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There once was this forest bright,

Glowing in the moonlit nights and thriving by the daylights.

The monsoon poured down to the soil of depth,

The animals in the winter slept.


The earth ate up the leaves dry,

The tress knowing they would reincarnate-would never cry.

For with death came life,

One paved the path for another,

Against this remains no strife.


The sky swelled into purple clouds every evening,

That's when the blue robins sat grieving.

The Lilly giggled all day long,

Nightingales kept singing their love song.


Everything pretty,

Everything a beautiful sight,

That's why it was called the Forest Bright.

But one sudden day-bad,

The entire forest became dark and sad.


They got a disease-they said,

It was not of the body but in the head.

All the creatures good or bad,

Started thinking everyone has got more than they had.

More of beauty, more of virtue,

And thought such qualities they had few.


Each one started loathing itself,

Nothing could change their minds,

Everyone turned so unkind.

The Robin hated herself,

For she couldn't be like the Night-jar,

Who at moonlights came and sang wide and far.


The night-jar could not bear to see the Robin free in the daylight,

So much that started hating her own sight.

The Birch hated his thin bark,

He wanted to have Aspen's stark.

The lilies couldn't stand her color -pale white,

And only wanted to be like the purple Twayblade,

Standing tall on Mountain height.


The Twayblade on the other side,

Wanted to see more prettier things and not just from the winter hide.

The deer wanted to be stronger like the tiger fierce,

While the tiger couldn't get enough of her mystical horns-and the thought of lacking these,

Made his heart pierce.


The night wanted to be the day and the day longed to be the night,

Their realities and desires were always in a fight.

Someone Else- is they all they wanted to be,

Sadly their own beauty they could hardly see.

The power they were capable of using,

But all of them were busy in their own musing.


Soon one by one, they had all perished,

For they forgot to love their precious minds and bodies-

They should have cherished.

Legend Still remembers the Forest Bright,

Reminding us to love ourselves till the day we lose our sight.


Not to forget who we are,

No matter how strong someone is or better in quality,

Never to push away our true souls afar.

And remember this story of the Forest bright,

Which once glowed in the moonlit Nights.


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