On a power cable
trembling
before the wind
that plays havoc with trees and tiles
of cottages and hovels

a typical feudal lord, violent
power-drunk, indifferent;

Up there, on that throne---

sits a lonesome Kingfisher
regal, haughty, detached
from the ground zero

a visitor from the far-off heavens

a pleasing sight
on this rushed
Mumbai early- morning.

a creature, tiny, vibrant
dressed in  a multi-coloured coat
worn earlier
by an agile harlequin
doing acrobats in an Italian court,
for the seventeenth-century audience;

the feathered guest
lightly sitting
on that high perch

a stoic
silhouetted against the
immensity of a dark-grey sky
threatening rain.

@Sunil Sharma