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Birds Flock Together


Birds fly together
from hither to thither
rustling their  lovely feathers
on pursuit of a  lively gather
they go about  searching rather
taking  flight   a little slower
gaining in height  much faster
rounding in the skies images (52)longer
descending much later
eyeing the bait down nether
devouring them in  leisure
fly to a place farther
hunting for a prey greater
soaring up further
returning  an hour after
where their young ones   eager
wait for their fly back altogether
expecting  a wholesome dinner.

A Man Ahead


Deciding not to talk
he took a walk
saw a lonely stalk
seated in a rock
standing away from its flock
it seemed to have a mental block
and was in a status locked
as it stared at him from the dock
he went forward  and got knocked
by its  grace which was in  great stock
appreciating its tenacity without a mock
he went ahead chiming like a clock,
stalk

The Retreat.


The water dashed on the rocks

turned inside with a brush.

The wind  stuck on the hillocks

went back in a rush.

The rains fell heavily on the land locks

decreased  in a hush.

The devastation was terrific on the flocks

creating a violent  crush.

There ends everything on the dock

making nothing out  in a fuss.water flows back.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Ode to a Peacock.


Up on the hillock,

up on the grassy lock,

up over a marshy  block,

up  at the strike  of the clock,

amidst a happy flock,

there was a  lovely slot.

 

 

A dainty entry from the hills,

with a sharp bill,

with a sapphire fill,

calling in a voice shrill,

made its way in a drill,

it was an enticing dance.

 

 

The colourful feathers spread  grand,

opened up like a  canopy on a land,

throwing out shiny elegance in a brand,

the dense feathers  enchanted the band,

it appeared as an action of a magic wand,

It created a  trance.

 

 

The danseuse beckoned the gaiety of north,

it greeted the pleasantries of south,

it solicited the charm of west,

it bowed to the grace of the oriental east,

 exhibiting  a marvellous feat,

it was a concert best.

 

 

Hopping it went ahead,

jumping  it trotted  back,

elaborating it moved right,

accelerating it speeded left,

displaying a nimble footed treat,

it held everyone in toes.

 
Crooning goes round the peahen

singing tunes of love in tens,

kindling the peacock to  dance  in sevens,

enthralling the spectators to a rhapsodical events,

Good God!  it  was nothing but heavens,

it was a beautiful romance.