Ecstasy Seen In A Scene Poem by Minnoor srinivasan

Oh, Peacock! You strut about, fine!
This unfolds ecstasy's domain.
As if dreams gay coming true
In colors vibrant bewitching hue
Train of feathers doth provide
A visual banquet, rare world-wide!
When you gracefully dance
Your neck moves in ogling glance
Patterns greenish blue and bluish green
In any garden, such scene never seen!
You are Beauty's pride in male form
The pea-hen looks in frenzied, calm
I yearn for the feather you shed
As you dance, all ennui fled!