There was room for roaming
And the land was not a moor.
But surrounded by oak tree
Beside the lake
Where an elk
Was sleeping like a log on that green vale
Didn't wake up
To eat the grass
And became under the grasp
Of a tiger in trice
Before leaping into the pinnacle of life.
VIPINS PUTHOORAN
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