There, vast sky rejoicing the gold
luster of sunbeam but his red-blooded eyes still mourning for the ones, who
lost their lives, even his squeaky warning couldn’t save his mates. He would
ponder, noticed every inch of green land that engulfed by developed-primates.
He would hear the ferocious sounds last night and witnessed, the entire jungle
bathed with invisible stains of blood. He would sense the claws of evil on his
neck, gnawing teeth of dark shadows, more dangerous than sharp teeth of tiger. And
with the poignant scream, the sadness of being homeless echoed in the swollen
winds.
- Ankita Chauhan
