On one of my rare – morning walks
I saw a lowly – mundane cock
Bah! – He just – treads the earth
Like – me, – flying is his dearth
Then I see a crane so white
Perched on the top most branch so tight
That is a flying – bird, I thought
A skill – free’n easy – that I sought
How is the lowly – world from there?
All so little – a view so rare
Aren’t you special? Was my ask!
Beaming inside, he wore a mask!
Special’n easy – You may think!
Spent I have – many – nights and ink
Learning everyday – unto a new ME!
Enhanced my looks and taxonomy!
But you are still – born a bird
Light wings – as white as curd
With effortless ease you just fly
Born and bred to stay so high!
Pushing the air – is so hard
The light here – leaves you scarred
God or bad – I am -Easy to smear
Don’t you know – The – buck stops here
But what is the use – of a long beak?
The eagle’s glide -is what I seek
Such a height yet eyes so sharp
What is that I have to Harp?
What is that I have to harp?!?!
dhanpath 