PHEROMONE-DELIGHT
As I soared high with the Heron in the sky,I thought,
Such a pretty bird but possesses a croaky voice!
Then I thought of the Koel, black as coal,
But what a voice!
A Robin redbreast, the Nightingale, melodious voices,
But appearances plain!
Then I thought of the Peacock magnificent,
with its dance mesmerizing the Peahens,
but painfully shy of his two black feet;
Exquisite Lily with a festering smell,
Bird of Paradise, crowing like a cock,
Majestic Lion with a roar that can rock
the whole vast jungle and its flock.
The Jasmine and the Queen-of-the-Night,
Are the flowers, you won't look at twice,
But their heavenly fragrance, stops you short
in your track, forcing you to look around:
From whence comes this intoxicating smell?
So aromatic, you can swoon with pheromone-delight.
'Poisonous Canker' in the 'sweetest of buds',
'Sick Red Rose' with its 'Crimson Delight'.
A healthy apple on the exterior,
gone all rotten inside!
When I think of these paradoxes in Nature,
I wonder which one I would like to be?
I think I would rather be a Robin Redbreast,
a Nightingale or a Koel black,
than to be a Peacock or a Bird of Paradise.
The pretty plumes are all right,
But I would rather turn heads with my voice,
My sweet fragrance, my words of delight,
Of joy, of sorrow, of tears of smiles...
Author: Zoya Zaidi
Aligarh(UP), India
Copyright©: Zoya Zaidi
Poetry by Zoya Zaidi
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Written on 2006-05-18 at 12:35
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