Green oval plane of siris tree, as seen from
seventh floor.
The pink floral sprinkling of siris flowers
Coating of the slant golden morn rays
To declare the beginning of life's sojurn,
Who to inherit and ascend the throne,
Of green- pink - gold throne
This extravaganza of nature?
the sweet voiced bulbul,
that pours eight notes in one braeath,
or his cousin who follows suit,
or the fifth note singer cuckoo, or
The sparrow that shreds soft stem of time
Whatever flies past it
Or the falcon that releases long
shriel cry from long coconut branch,
or the kingfisher that scares with eerie song,
or the blue cooing pigeon with grievance of vehemence
or the yellow blacktemple bell singer
or the pestering parrot
none of the above,
And lo, arrive the couple of blue butterfly,
Flying horizontal in circle, clockwise,
Then in circle, anticlockwise,
Then in vertical helix,
That adorn, ascend the throne.
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