The alphabet-
hanging from the tall trees,
in leaf shape-
wafting-
in jungle scent
of wild flowers and beasts-
being left
in scrawls and doodles of
elephant dung-
pug-marks of big cats-
in the image
of the lone gaur*
at a salt-pit,
gently formed a sentence
of a language
hitherto unknown to me.
With the freshness
of a new learner
I’ve vowed
to learn the lingo by heart.
So, there lies the path
and begins
a new journey.
*Indian Bison
Posted for my prompt ~ Journey @ Poets United Midweek Motif