(From my
poetry Collection 'Signatures')
Meddling
She watched those
parrots,
with their wings
flutter
over the meadow where
green kissing the blue
tone
of sky shade gleams on
the dangling dew
drops,
hung down from
grass blade.
In their love-
quarrel
Parrots flashed
An air wave
on her cheek.
She shut her eyes
in the thrill of
sensation made;
I drank her beauty
as the shrewd sun
dating with dews
over the grass
‘How was it?’
She replied
‘As if you
sighed into
my hairdo’
For my comment
'It's bloody poetic'
She replied
'So where the parrots'
Vaiyavan
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