Parakeet,
Picking the zodiac cards
Coming out of the cage
At the town square
Near the court campus
Under the banyan tree,
Think I,
Think i
Of the earning,
Bird taming,
Keeping of the pet,
Fortune-telling
Soothing to the desperate
And frustrated ones
Returning from the court campus desperately
Or loafing joblessly
Together with its conservation status.
Making yarn,Singing the songOf Rama,Talking with all,Asking about,So simple, so austere,So principled, so philosophical,So truthful, so believing in non-violence,So peace-keeping,Where, where that votaryOf peace, truth and non-violence,Where, where the man of plain living, high thinking?Clad in a dhotiAnd with a chadar overAnd in the specsAnd with a stickGoing the pathways of life,Striding it all alone?
Cultural history and its paradigmsI cannot banish from my treatiseCutting the mythical base of mineWith motifs embroidering the shelves.
And singing from there,The song of life, the zest of living.The bird appears to be a painted doll with bluish and grey shreds and shadesBut the billed and beaked birdVery prompt at catching small fish,Waiting and waiting and diving to take on from the tree.The song of the kingfisher hear I, but the song aking…
Early in the morning, at dawnbreak.
Winding?
Her name is Kavita,I mean Poem.Do you also love her?
