The Orchestra Poem by Daniel Trevelyn Joseph

Without short forms, it is not sms-driven
Modern style! I heard BESO just now,
The Bandra East Symphony Orchestra!

The leader is the Indian koel, like piccolo
Heard above the others, piercing and clear,
The red-breasted coppersmith the barbet
Goes on sometimes mistaken for a pump
That waters the fields; from front above stage,
Comes the bulbul ending in trills like pizzicato,
On the side with soprano by chirrup of the sparrow,
With winter-like chattering of kingfisher, bass murmur
Of the zooming down blue-rock pigeons
With the two broad, black lines on wings
Flying down like a boat with two erect sails,
With the unavoidable bullies, the crows
Cawing their heart out in the chorus.
Sometimes there is special appearance
Of the mynah with her metallic,
Ever-varying bells of music, or the larger
Alexandrine parrot with the red should patch
And his screeching presence.

I have company of these friends in the sky
Ever ready to entertain me, if I have ears
To hear, and increase my awareness of now!