A thick labyrinth of woods,
An enigma of sorts,
A crepuscular heaven enshrouded in divine flora and fauna,
There is no talisman in the world as Kanha.
The placid barasinghas to the noxious tigers,
A harangue of fowls to a nuzzle of elephants,
The obdurate wolves to the tenuous deer,
A lackluster being is unanimously forgotten when you land here.
Heading to the woods on a halcyon dawn,
Encounter a mother deer exalting her dear fawn,
A hedonist’s adept abode to alight,
As if, a dear son, his mother’s sight.