The Bulbuls Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey
The Bulbuls
Often see I them perching on the twigs
Of the smaller trees
The bulbuls,
Specially the blackly and grey bulbuls
Coming nearing to,
Facing the gusts of the wind,
The chicks of it shrieking and calling
With love,
Sitting and flying from small branches
Hanging low,
The chicks flirting with the flower
Moving from one flower to another
Taking shorter flights.
Sunday, June 27, 2021
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