A Moth in Camouflage
A LIVNG KALEIDOSCOPE OF
DUSKY COLOURS
A queen of moths sits upon
Some leaves of hanging Geranium.
A still ice-berg darkened from view,
in a symphony of colour-harmonium.
With a fountain above, lotus pond below,
And a chameleon hovering in the bush,
It reaches a haven in-between,
Saving its life, Evil swears to crush.
One can always run away
Living for another day.
But he who remains in camouflage,
Always fights and wins the day.
It is Nature's lesson to the"forces"
How to ever remain strong,
Lying hidden from enemy barrage,
then move to set right a wrong.
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