My poem
BEAUTIFUL PEACOCK,
I WANT TO TALK,
YOU ARE MY PET,
WHEN WILL YOU GET?
CLOUD CLOUD GATHERS
PRETTY NICE FEATHERS
YOU LOOK MARVELOUS,
WITH MANY EYES.
WHEN YOU DANCE,
I GET FANCIES,
‘ O ‘ NATIONAL BIRD
PET OF LORD,
CHANCES ARE VERY FEW,
FINDING OUT TO DANCING YOU,
EYES ARE IN A QUEUE,
SHINES LIKE MORNING DUE.
Ranjana Kulkarni Rao