Birds On Electric Wire
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Wired above poles two
Swaying in gentle breeze
Perched by a row of birds on
Sparrows, tailor birds
Tweeting, screeching, caressing
Enjoying on a spree of joy
Of course non-matching crows too
Raucous in a near distant row
Unaware of my heart's speed
In cold sweat of a stringing devil
Dancing in execution-style
Monished at once but my dear heart
Trickled my nose to sneeze
Puddled my legs to skid against
An auto-riksha's sonorous horn
Alarmed birds flapped away
Caged in my relief
Bu şiiri puanla
Henüz puan verilmemiş