This time of year
You proud peacock
What makes you act sans fear?
Gifted by nature
You deny
You are only a measured bait!
Your pride fails to buy
My connoisseur eye
You proud being
Step down on earth
And let our story begin
You flaunting feathers
In cloud and heathers
Blessed with a life
Do just dare
To descend your stair
To meet some face
Cause you are no prophet!
Your living process too
Is destined to cease
So,
When our ends are same
Why feed a mind untamed?
so, the funny bone's finally - nah, finely - tickled! love the very vanity of the name, and the daring attributes it suggests. is it really a peacock or the vain jackdaw?
ReplyDeletewell, biki wasnt funny to me at all! Its all sarcasm ... Vain jackdaw is so perfect ... but I dare nt say that. Lets see!
ReplyDeleteluv u as always!