Suraj Nanu
A Family in the Jungle
Rounding a bend over the speed breaker, suddenly it appeared in front of me. A huge tusker on the road. I stopped, switched off the lights, turned off the engine, winked twice to adapt my eyes to the available light. In its royal stance, he was not in a mood to move out of my way.
they call it conflict but it is the way the storm crashing even weathered trees sometimes succumb
In the undefined darkness a tiny calf is snuggled up against the elephant mom right beside the path. I waited. Slowly he raised his trunk, slightly swayed in the air to get my smell, maybe I was downwind. He stopped flapping and fanned out his ears for few seconds. He stepped back, turned to the left and joined the family in a graceful way. I rolled on through the dark, his liquid eyes still with me . . .
draining the old pond figurines of stone on the bed in her liquid eyes diving fairies
About the Author
Suraj Nanu discovered his passion for Haiku and related short forms of poetry only recently. An aspiring haijin, his work has been widely featured during the last two years. He loves and lives in the Western Ghats, India.