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
About nature, bliss, birds
