Peculiar Is My.. Poem by Indira Renganathan

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