Saturday, February 3, 2007

My 12th encounter with the peacock

My grand-mother, told me
Told the peacock to me
We could have toppled the human race
Really? I sat straight up

Taking my eyes off
A game of cricket at the local maidan
Imagine a law

That prohibits unsanctioned celebration
In public places
Meaning?, I asked
Meaning no human could hand-clap
When the tennis-ball bounced across the boundary
As it did just now, said the peacock

Sans tall praise
The human race will crumble
Once and for all

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