Tinged Glow, my friend a curator of a zoo, <br />Loved animals and birds, and their psychology too. <br />He once wished my friendly visit with tender mood, <br />And urged me to share the animals’ psychic food. <br /> <br />With the coming out of the tiger from Blake’s forest, <br />The supervision of our pleasure found the set. <br />I began to roar with the tiger’s groan, <br />Mr.Curator like a caught up dear peeped a moan. <br /> <br />The peacock in rain with defused light, ’ <br />Spread its spectrum –feather in amorous fight. <br />I began to dance, and wished my fair divine, <br />And the dancing peacock in me began to shine. <br /> <br />The lamb in the meadow –green with its mild and meek vase, <br />The valley with its echoing rebounding, calms the nature’s grace. <br />My being passed into a cow, goat, and cozy sheep, <br />A living lamb I became in my transient trip. <br /> <br />In each and every moment’s shows, <br />My identities with birds and animal go. <br /> <br />Am I a store house of all Nature’s inmates? <br /> Do the earth and the cosmos in me find their trace?<br /><br />Bazi alis Subrata Ray<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-revealing-zoo/
