Cocks are ready
To greet a new dawn
While the ditches
Till dry
To play
With the new fall
Ask me not
The why
Why should I
Supply you
The keynote
To dismantle the riddle
Better wait
For the hill
To stand
On your ready tilt
Design not the life
Rather longing
The most idiot obedient
To fetch you
The rhythm of nudique solemnity
And at this juncture
Just cocks are brilliant
Wait for the night
To pass away
And dawn
Their choice
To bugle
For the universe!
Pranab k c
27/08/2020
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