The Sterlings That Saw I Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

While crossing the farmlands, more especially the roadways
Conversing the paddy fields,
Wherever see you, there lie the paddy fields
With the paddies or without
But at a point saw I
The sterlings, two types of sterlings
Flocked together with,
Picking corns or something else.

Of the two types of sterlings, one was striped and blackly,
Black and white striped
While the other brownish-brownish,
Dark brown, but yellow-beaked,
But so many in a number,
A plenty of them,
All picking on the sideways,
The footpaths.

Passing through on a vehicle, I saw them at a glance,
So many in a number
Picking in
By being lost in
The sterlings,
With their hues varying from each other,
Black and whitely striped,
Dark brownish sterlings.

The sterlings I saw
I could not their flocking and flutter,
So many in number,
Alighting and flying,
Settling down and flying away,
A bird’s eye-view it was
Of the sterlings,
Indian sterlings
While passing through the way.

The sterlings so many at a glance saw I
Dancing and fluttering, picking grains
Flocked together with and flying away,
So many in a number,
The sterlings striped and grizzled grey,
I saw them picking up grains and fluttering together with.