Peculiar is my mind
As of a opinion here..
Those squirrels percuss
When in solo each
My heart stretches its ears..
Cannot profess notating
Nor can syllable the screech-es
Those captivating tones
Enchanting in variable meters
Sounding in chiseling stony tone..
When I opine of it so..
'Peculiar is my mind'
As of a opinion here
I like their rhythmicity..
Their tala patterns
Permutated to different sets
Screeching-s one, two, three
Combined with five, seven, nine
There goes a percussion concert
In congregational bands all around
Those squirrels rock tree to tree
Irresistible my admiration comments
'Have they morsing(jews harp) in their mouths'
'Peculiar is my mind'
As of a opinion here
The beauty lies in its peculiarity... It stands out to be noticed...one need not search for it!
there is a lot of music in this poem..a natural one...furry..screetchy..lovely sqirrels...the deers, butterfly and sqirrel fall into a friendly category...man is not terrified of them...i see a very active mind here mam..hearing gods music all around
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I would like to translate this poem
Poetic. Repetition gave life to this write. Eloquently crafted.