the peacocks dance,
round and round they go,
hop and jump, trot and pause
step up and step down
spread their turquoise feàther
flourscent it shines. The blue hue
in the neck, a contrast to the glitter
moderates the eye catching glory.
pick and peck, loiter and chatter
a lively presence all the more.
It is in my home,
the crows caw in the morning
black and blue they roam
grabs the insects, clear the garden
of pests. A friend though not
beautiful.
It is in my home
the cats stealthily climb
walk on the wall, cast
a sly look on me. Brown
and white stripes prominent
watch my home all the day.
It is in my home,
the sparrows, one, two
and three come swiping down
chirp and cackle, fly low and high.
It is in my home, I live
do not hear the shouts
and laughter of my sons,
nor see them play, cycle
and cry ” Ma, I am hurt,
I have won, I am the Champion”.
It is in my home
I long to see them
nestle close to me.
Meenas Poems 