There Was A Rooster

There was a rooster in the neighbourhood Gallant, bouffant, royal White like peace, valorously crowned Droned to a victorious red beak Clucking with a battle of chicks His puissant, repetitive alarm..not a nuisance To me a sweet consonance Whilst every note of his phrase In uniform rhythmicity out from his beak Wide open through thousand microphones I used to be the staunch spectator Recalling my bygone music I used to be the admirer To his crowing in gentle, genuine stance I used to be the best critic of his concert.. Day and morrow rose timelessly routine By his crowing to the sun's dismay Yet, oh God! ! Against all my admiration Adversely he strangled me one day His unusual alarm like that of a chit Syllables clearly 'amma, amma' to perception In the darkness of a witchy night Strangled me sharply, then sawing Point by point my neck bone That I became breathlessly silent.. From the next morrow In search of him me in his netherworld flock