Time Travel

Two hundred and forty-three million years behind;

Hither I stand beholding a world with no trace of mankind.

A stone sculpture I'm seeing; Jurassic in symbols is engraved,

Thick green woods around; their floors with stones are paved.

Few more miles I've waded; into the bohemian land,

And a sudden clamorous outcry; made me kiss the sand. 

Befuddled with the noise; hither and thither I gazed,

And atop a mighty tor; I saw something relishing; too unfazed.

Gosh, the holy Lords! Tis a dinosaur: staring deep into my eyes,

Once and for all; I brushed past the crimps of the skies.

I saw the swampy swathes; far into the green,

Strange darkness I saw; gulping the pearly sheen.

Someone from my era; once had told me right,

There's no alphabet in this Jurassic plight.

For moments I lost in dreams; in a quest to find my way,

I had to hide somewhere and wait for the hazel day.

Behind an ebony rock; I flexed concealed for the night,

And with a beating heart; I kept waiting for the light. 

The sun too looked so pale; faded crimson shades,

It smiled an aweary smile; illuming just a few timber heads.

Lo! Hither I found something; something's engraved too bright,

It's gleaming out a glint; its visage beholding sunlight.

Hither I scribble them; few symbols perhaps engraved,

A sharper stone I found; my arduous arms began to cave.

"Tree says tall young life; stones for the strength of arms,

Birds for ceaseless freedom; flowers for tranquil charms.

Earth for homely joy; winds for vehement desires,

Fire for an ireful glimpse; woods for funeral pyres."

The dinosaur I saw yearns for a poetic ode,

It's too learned though; resting on a stony abode.

Hither I took a stone and on the barren crust,

Scribbled down my ode; o'er the Jurassic dust.

ODE TO THE DINOSAUR

Lo! Thou greatest creature; humongous be thy countenance,

Million years on earth; thy name proclaims torrid vehemence.

Thou a tree for earthly ages; to the foes thou art a stone,

To me a flower is thou! Charmingly pondering alone. 

O the mighty soul! Let me fete this earth,

Let my winds soar high and serve thou crates of mirth.

Tis too warm to be; beneath thy regal attire, 

Let no flame ignite; I'm scared of thy fire.

Take me as thy mate; I'm a human! Nothing more,

I am frail before thy throne; too elfin o'er thy floor.

Thy emerald eyes hurl gleam; tearing thru' this twilight,

They're more dazzling true; domineering the ashen sunlight.

To thou! O godly being; I relinquish an ode,

For ages on mortal earth; thy fossils shall serve a goad.

As gems of agelong history; thou visage be praised by the earth,

Though sans flesh and bones; thou shall reign each birth.

Back to my mundane world; back to the witty breed,

My name hath held a glint; reckoned a noble deed.

A poet perhaps I am; the creator of an ode,

An ode to the dinosaur brought accolades to my abode.