A peacock is a peacock,
A peacock is not merely a peacock.
A peacock is not a crow,
And outright one cannot throw.
No one can describe peacock
In details.
No one can say the feature and the weather
In which peacock stays.
The eating habits of peacock
Is not definitely known to anyone.
Rice, fish, tea, apple, cherries
All are there for a peacock.
But peacock is there for none,
Eitgher in hot or in cold.
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