Poem on Peacock and koyal
Peacock :
On trees of fairylandGrow peacock feathers of daylight colorsLike an Austrian fan.But there is a strange thing!I have heard that night gathers these feathersFor her cloak;I have heard that the stars, the moon,Are the eyes of peacock feathersFrom fairy trees.It is a thing that may be,But I should not be sure of it, my dear,If I were you!
Koel :
When wisps of whiteSail across the skyWhen the breeze blows warmAnd the days grow longFrom somewhere in the distanceYou can hear my songCoo-ooo, Coo-ooo Coo-oooo
When mangoes ripenIn the dark green treesAnd hovering aroundAre busy buzzy beesRight over the wallYou can hear my callCoo-o, Coo-oo, Cooo-ooo
Ihope this helps you !