HM ( / Bangalpur, Balasore, Odisha, India)

Whimper To Glee

Pristine white cloud floating in open sky
Hanging bats latched on
Spreading dark skinny wings
Paint slur on the cloud
To breed on and on.

Whiskers bristle, timid eyes turned red
The bats dived; sucked
To feed all for plump
To jeer at pygmies far on the ground.

Buckets of energy washing huge billboards
Encircling swarms stuck;
Fluttered wings fell silent.
Cloud set on a tree top to whimper.

Whinchats descended
Pygmies climbed up the cloud
To stop its whinning.

Found the cloud dancing on my lawn
With grasshoppers.
Butterflies wet the wings with glee
Slurs fell off to get back its shine.

Hrushikesha Mohanty
19th Feb.2008

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My face lit up with impish glee after reading the poem.. I just love the title of the poem