The Monsoon Dance Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

He looked keen to get on with monsoon dance,
Rain clouds arriving late in his kingdom,
He looked around, weighed his chance for romance,
The ladylove perched far, looking lonesome,
Spied at the spot, found him charming enough,
And sauntered close pulled by the pleasant scene,
He preened his décor, groomed his pomp and puff,
Felt pleased, she's prime to spread his pool of genes.

But whereso there's romance there's a villain,
And a snake slithered to the serene scene,
Not much a threat, but an unwanted pain
Pinned down, punished that the dance may begin.
When proffered as a prize, her last of doubt
That might have lingered, lost its last of clout.
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I once saw the picture of a peacock tackling a serpent and a peahen watching keenly from afar, and this poem unfolded.
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Sonnets | 03.06.09 |