Words can create magic and I want to get lost in them for some part of each day.

May 23, 2011

The Peacock .

Sauntering on a Morning Walk
I chanced upon a dancing Peacock.

The Peacock is an Aristocratic pheasant
Who wears the Jewels his wife doesn't .

In matters of Dress,
He leans towards Excess.

He may be loud in voice and loud in colour
Yet, reduces you to a hapless Bird Ogler.

He carries all the glitter off
Without looking like a garish toff.

Nods his head with a strut and a swagger.
Quivering mass of turquoise,emerald and azure.

Like some Ornithological Celebrity,
He unwraps his feathers for all to see.

A display to Dazzle
As he sashays in a Circle.

What a Pose ! What a Stance !!
Send him to set afire the Red Carpet in Cannes !


  1. Varsha, what a lovely poem ! Me too, thought of Cannes. I guess the peacock is an absolute performer...

  2. What rhyming?
    Amazing :-)