The Revealing Zoo. Poem by Subrata Ray

Tinged Glow, my friend a curator of a zoo,
Loved animals and birds, and their psychology too.
He once wished my friendly visit with tender mood,
And urged me to share the animals’ psychic food.

With the coming out of the tiger from Blake’s forest,
The supervision of our pleasure found the set.
I began to roar with the tiger’s groan,
Mr.Curator like a caught up dear peeped a moan.

The peacock in rain with defused light, ’
Spread its spectrum –feather in amorous fight.
I began to dance, and wished my fair divine,
And the dancing peacock in me began to shine.

The lamb in the meadow –green with its mild and meek vase,
The valley with its echoing rebounding, calms the nature’s grace.
My being passed into a cow, goat, and cozy sheep,
A living lamb I became in my transient trip.

In each and every moment’s shows,
My identities with birds and animal go.

Am I a store house of all Nature’s inmates?
Do the earth and the cosmos in me find their trace?