The rogue

 Cruel myopic gaze ,

 a half dead stare

eyes that seem vacant ,

 as if  hardly there.

So large an animal ,

swirling   his trunk around

gripping an ill-fated  child

smashing  him  to ground,

like a coconut , broken

tattered , as his limbs he tore

trampled on  the dead body

bloodied the clothes he wore

II

The hunter’s eye , keen

Assessed the rampage

“A rogue bull for sure

may be any age  “

“Why Sahib , does he ?”

the villagers asked

he had no answer

tried to , but  he paused .

A tusker , a bull ,

alone and vengeful .

He was scared to meet

the rogue , the  invincible .

III

They walked a cirlcle

shouting , beating drums

the rogue went hiding

scared and confused for once .

The hunter now gathered

all his stored courage

prepared  to meet

a mad elephant’s rage

Gray shattered silence

through shades of green

a loud trumpeting

the maniac was seen!

IV

A massive tusker

too large ,much too close

such a fearsome sight

the hunter just froze.

Hearing it trumpet

he began to run

sprinting down the hill

into setting sun .

The rogue followed down 
 slower than he could
 careful not to slip,
crumbling brittle  wood .

V

 A trundling gray cloud

fury goading him

red soil spewing rage
sunlight growing dim .

The hunter climbed high

took time but aimed well

not a sound escaped

as the beast fell .

Parched earth soaked  blood

the dead were thirsty

the hunter walked back

tired and weary .

VI

He was a hero

was feted and paid

ate ,drank, went home

and raped up the  maid !