Flash Poems

Seven colours of the rainbow I could not name them readily. ------------------------------- The black crows with the mynahs I saw them flying in a great number As for grabbing their places By the olden hugely-trunked platform trees. ---------------------------------- The red disc of the sun glowing, reddening To flash and focusat dawn with the cockcrow. ---------------------------------------------- The roadside violet crimson jaruls blooming In bunches to adorn and decorate with a strange beautiifulness So lovely to view. ------------------------- The drizzle of Shravana calling for to take a pilgrimage Of the pagoda of Shiva To pour the river water carried over The Linga. ------------------------------------ The jackals in my backyard calling So fluffy, grizzled and slippery, Coy and wild.