Ugliest Peacock

By Shreya Tyagi (Shrohsss)

Peacock, your feets are so long and vile. 

Your feathers almost a piece of colossal chimes. 

But these grosteque feet of yours,

Make you no less than a crow.

I should metamorphose you into a new form;

The ugliest crow.

I will take your feathers. 

Sell them for 30 or 40 rupees,

Buy myself a drink, 

And for you not a penny.

Ohh! Damn you bleed.

My feathers might get dirty,

I have to snatch it from you,

So that you bloody-creature,

Do not waste my money.

Ahh! this poor soul finally died.

You might be in heaven, 

Though your blood stinks.

It’s raining hard,

I shall let your body be here,

It’s my mercy on you.

Ohh! Another peacock in distance I see,

With the same approach – 

I go and visit this new peacock,

To metamorphose them again,

And blame their legs for their own karmic sins.

Oh! how much wealthy I will be?

By Shreya Tyagi (Shrohsss)