The
proud peacock
On
the borrowed time
The
moment will come
The
knife will fly
The
clouds sunny and fine
The
sea calm and quiet
Look
deeper into the blue
The
rushing undercurrent prevails
No
doubt the facades
The
nice smile and colourful lies
Prompting
the citizens to go high
Only
the structures are termites infested
It
will collapse
In
the process of the elements
Now
the peacock spreads its wings
“Look
at me I am on high!”
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