Wired above poles two
Swaying in gentle breeze
Perched by a row of birds on
Sparrows, tailor birds
Tweeting, screeching, caressing
Enjoying on a spree of joy
Of course non-matching crows too
Raucous in a near distant row
Unaware of my heart's speed
In cold sweat of a stringing devil
Dancing in execution-style
Monished at once but my dear heart
Trickled my nose to sneeze
Puddled my legs to skid against
An auto-riksha's sonorous horn
Alarmed birds flapped away
Caged in my relief
Wonderful imagery with some very vivid descriptions here. I particularly loved the way you have woven the beautiful with the mundane in this write.
a dangerous site we see here...even human who know the dangers become victims...the birds may think that man has made a lovely parking space for them...excepting the gauge what has man really made for them
I really liked this piece! Very artistic in imagery here. Had to give it a ten. God bless us all-MJG.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Indira, And this remins me of another poem of mine, Seraglio. Continuing a bit on goodness, it is on wires, under our feet, in our ears... It wafts to our noses... Yes, as you say, it is always there. May we always see it. Glen