21st Of July 2013 Poem by Daniel Trevelyn Joseph

This morning the grey umbrella
In the sky, trying to touch horizon
Started melting with music
Of little drum of raindrop - happy listening!

It is like an invasion of Earth
By arrows made of white raindrops
Let loose on the enemy, cooling
Him into submission, utter and slushy

Birds in the rain don't shiver,
Feel cold. You can see them
In the foliage only on movement
Especially through binoculars.

The cause of this thought is the brown
Pond-heron, a big fellow, who flew up
From the green fen of Guru Nanak hospital
To sit on the tree in the middle of water-spread.

I went back to that window to find
The brown blob sitting on the same branch
Waiting for fish, while behind in our kitchen
My wife is giving food to the six cats at home.

These six are in the kitchen open to drawing-room
Puppu and Ammu in the third bedroom
Will get food thereafter, and then last
The newcomer 'Minnu, come come' outside the door.

The attack of arrows is less in speed
And number allowing our aircraft to fly,
The pigeons, the crows and the parrots
To bring tidings of enemy withdrawal.

But now the pond-heron is gone,
Leaving brown clusters like him
Which are fruits of numerous trees
Which deceive my eyes as birds.