A BALLAD
Madhurima S Rudra
Kochi, Kerala
There once a majestic peacock was
Greatly sad because
He complained he had too many hues
And was a little too blue
He envied the chameleon
Who could change his colour at will
But sadly he never will
Know the chameleon's side of fill.
The chameleon couldn't keep still
For it became the next to kill
And often forgot what he actually was
Busy pleasing the society that didn't care a toss.
He wished he was permanent with some roots like a tree
With some solid leaves and a history
He lived without an identity -
in losing himself to his surroundings.
This unknown to the peacock
It continued to whine over its featherings
Oh I wish someone would show a mirror to the poor peacock
To make it realise how revered it is
The lizards are many but the peacock few
The choice lies entirely within you
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