Acsend
She was the runt of the litter,
Grew in the shadow of a larger, stronger
King of the jungle,
This was her place,
To watch and learn, never overpower
Never learnt how to roar
Pushover, chased her own tail
Willing herself into submission,
Watched from behind her whiskers,
Learnt to make her feet fall
Softer than the wind,
Ran like lightning, far away
From all that terrified her,
Till there was nowhere to run,
Had to stand her ground
In the desert of desolation, starve or die,
Faced with the scorpion,
Her dreaded adversary,
As she circled her, kill or walk away
All her instincts screaming the latter
But this was her retribution,
Thunder strikes, the nocturnals watch
She can’t run anymore, this was it,
And she ate the alluring beast,
Swallowed her whole, poison and all,
Blood-stained mane,
Threw her head back,
And roared into the night sky,
the lone lioness of the jungle,
would come back for everything.
--Ananya Murali
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