Treasure Island

Indira Renganathan


Alankar(Decor) -137


Birds' Preaching(Increasing Hexaverse)

Increasing Hexaverse is the exact opposite of the Diminishing Verse.
beginning with a single stich of 1 syllable and increasing lines
and syllables per line ending with a 6 line,6 syllable each stanza.


Birds' Preaching

Birds

On tree
Chirping

Pecking fruits
Spitting seeds
Cuckooing

Then away go
To other trees
Nearby for fruits
Coo congregate

They eat their way fruits
Seeds down on the mud
Rains pour, press them down
Birds leave when rains stop
Way back the same route

In the run of time's wheels
Surprised, they find new trees
Flappings coo happily
Chirping fed ripe on fruits
Their merry-go around
Preach us what? can you guess

Submitted: Wednesday, April 03, 2013

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