Seema Jayaraman

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Indian Bulbul On African Tulip Tree - Poem by Seema Jayaraman

Onslaught of sound - loud blows
street side brawl I chanced
A black hooded squared knight
Cloaked in speckled chestnut gown
Spotted alterations Black and Brown
With a swab of red beneath angry trail
A visibly infuriated Indian Bulbul
Perched on highest farthest stretch
On Curved crab clasps walnut florets
Yet to unfurl n snare ochre of sunrise
Recipient of Unrequited ministrations,
Ire on feathers, raining taloned punches
Busily hammering the tender buds
To borrow the revealed crimson color
For a dash of scarlet o'r whiskered crown
And for a bow o'r its hooded cape
Continued to pulverise bowiee basket
To squeeze the yet of tomorrow's red
From a defiantly withdrawn mute buds
Tulip tree and I helplessly stood by
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Me and My African Tulip Tree
Seema Jayaraman,10Dec2015

Needs some brushing, but dozing on my mobile

Topic(s) of this poem: birds, flowers, tree

Form: Free Verse


Comments about Indian Bulbul On African Tulip Tree by Seema Jayaraman

  • Kumarmani Mahakul (12/10/2015 12:41:00 PM)


    Wonderful and thought provoking poem shared definitely. Birds, flowers and tree are in parallel presentation. Fantastically expressed poem.10 (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, December 10, 2015



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