I am posting some stuff after an awfully long time. These are two poems about the Flamingos of Mumbai...
Vanished have the shadows,
And silent is the wind,
The clouds have all gone,
But the moon cant be seen.
Countless stars glitter,
With light from the past.
Birds, their flocks,
Homeless they fly,
Swift like an arrow,
Toiling, 'Cross the dark sky.
Searching for their haunt,
With Sirius their guide.
Silent flows their brook,
The glittering snake far away;
A haven for the jaded,
No more shall they fly;
Come, Rest in peace,
Till the season passes by.
Flamingo's Return
Fly, Fly he did,
From sea to sea,
Safe haven for the seasons,
Where would it be?
The earth had changed,
Under a sky so shady.
No hills or knolls,
Or fields of grass.
But blocks of stone,
And many men around.
Down below he saw it,
The place of his birth,
At last he was there,
But where was his mirth?
Black was the brook,
Gone were the trees,
Where was the refuge,
Ever ready to greet?
