birds

On the greens, five birds peacefully busy

May be munching on their delicacies

Behind the crimson flowers smile and wave

O’er the spectacular scene the divine grace beams

The only constant in an unstable world!

Care not they of each other’s colour or status

Neither anyone would betray their friendship

For they’ve promised to be together

The hunter’s trap may be lurking from behind

Jealous of their pristine happiness!

O! Let me extol Nature’s survival feat!

Despite backstabbed it generously offers pulchritude

Refreshing and healing, teaching many a thing

Life’s a monochrome without such colours of joy!