The Dance Of The Peacock Poem by Vidya Pandarinath

The blue, green and gold
Of the pleasure peacock
Flying down the rock
Cocking the loop neck,
Something obtuse to reck,
Lifted toe, supple stride
Movements of pride,
Just to honour and hail
The lofty clouds that sail
High above the Cosmic fold

Measuring a light tread,
Then posing, stopped short
Gathering again to dart,
Spreading out the feather-beam
Vast and of tri-colour gleam,
In a fit of frenzied craze -
Prompting him to praise,
The elite and decided faction
In a moment of perfection,
Quiet with things spread!

May be, the bird of charm
Reveals the blent splendour
Of rhythm, beauty and grandeur
Of micro - movement in trance
All meant to be a vivid prance
Breath and beat are one
As the numerous eyes are spun!
Nature can excite ecstasy divine
In a soul reaching out the sublime
And concur with her, sans any norm.