THE DANCE OF THE PEACOCK

         I am a splendid spectacle

The rarest of the rare for the viewers

The fairest of the fair of the creatures

       Really, it is my sole miracle;

       I am the dance of the peacock

With the unfurl of plumage in all angles

With the luster of images in all spangles

     Truly, a cud of joys in the stock;

      I am for the stupendous display

With the gorgeous glitters in the azure

With the felicitous postures in the sure

      A blue paradise seen in the gay;     

       For the thirsty, I am the oasis

For the hungry, a fruit for full satiation

For the avidity, substance in all fruition

       In fact, I am indefinable bliss;

       My dance is seen not to cease

Like time to flow in the agile traverse       

Like light to glow in the dark corners

       My utmost aim ever to please;

        I love rhythms in multitude,

An anthology subsuming imagination

In variety to mark beauty in reflection

      A feast of senses in magnitude;

       I fly in the fancy-firmament

With the galaxy of infinite inklings

In the rainbow-hues on own wings 

      For sure, life-enlightenment;

       I am a poem-blossom garden

With theme-perfume, melody-honey    

With ripe-recipe of beauty-harmony

     Musing-spring all to gladden;

                                      14      65   443      22^nd Jan., 2014

                              A Review Poem on ‘The Dance of the Peacock’

                                    Published as an e-review on the anthology

https://poetvjha.wordpress.com/2013/08/08/review-poem-on-the-dance-of-peacock/