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 nuissance
To me alone 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 often
By his crowing to the sun's dismay
Yet to 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 netherland flock
poem by Indira Renganathan
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