Satin Bower Bird

The topic of my poem is the satin bower bird .
i'm sure about it's strange mating habits you must've heard .
The male is a deep glossy blue ,
the female being of a creamy green hue .
The male is 7 - 10 cms in height
the female being just a little more slight .
Forests of Australia and New Guinea does it inhabit .
Most unusual are it's mating habits .
September and february are the months of courting ,
in the mild autum and starting of spring .
Unlike other birds the male doesn't sing ,
he instead builds a nest with attractive things .
Flowers , shells , leaves , pegs and blue plastic do it's nest taint .
Sometimes , the walls with charcoal and fruity saliva does he paint .
After the decorating is over ,
he'll stand infront of the bower .
Then if an interested female comes around
he'll prance about and make funny sounds .
If she's impressed and his fate is good ,
inside the bower , mate they would .
Then she'll fly away .
With her eggs , on the branch of some tree she'll stay .
Then for a month she'll warm her eggs
and hatch out her offsprings ,
which after a few days from her nest'll spring .
Then after a few months the cycle will begin again ,
and the female would more offsprings gain.

" When they don't mate , what do they do ? "
This question may be bugging you .
Often in groups do they flock
and the forests they dock .
In the edges of forests , along sea shores they may stay ,
and during winters , to woodlands , migrate they may .
Fruits , larve , spiders , lizards , seeds and insects make their meal delicious ,
and oh yeah , it's scientific name - Ptilonorhyncus Violaceus .

An ode to teachers

On the occasion of teacher's day ,
I have something to say ,
For teaching me , a teacher I can't thank enough
because teaching a class of forty odd children is tough .
About punishments or scoldings I don't care ,
because their knowledge do they so earnestly share .
An entire generation of children do they empower .
Above all jobs does their tower .
Despite advances in technology , a teacher's guidance do we sill need ,
because we become wiser when their words of wisdom do we heed .
There's still more i have to say .
But if i do so , an epic , write I may .

Wanderlust

A fire inside me seems to rage ,
and the sky suddenly looks like a cage .
In the confines of this small place i'm stuck ,
this truth had long ago struck .
" Why am I stuck here ?", I wonder .
When the entire world there is to explore down yonder .
So many rivers to cross ,
and interesting people to come across .
So many summits yet to reach ,
An infinity of things to learn and teach .
Many new lands to walk upon
and to learn mother natures curiosities , this realization has dawned
I want to spread my wings ,
and fly in the open sky my heart sings .
It doesn't matter if i fall ,
it's better than having nothing to live for at all .
Lots of opportunity lies infront of me .
A continuous journey i want my life to be .

What would life be ,
without those simple pleasures or the fun ?
Of the world , what would we see ,
when those little pleasures we shun .
Each day would be a problem
an impossible summit of goals to reach .
Of unhappiness , our life would be an emblem .
the essentials of happiness would we breach .
Work would be done only because it has to be done ,
in it we'd find enjoyment none .
Where would the time be for inner reflection ?
or living a life and human connections ?
Inch towards sucess , but don't shun fun , I see
or life would't life be .

Memories of Tafs

" Change is the only constant of life . " The sages say . Kv - Kendriya Vidyalaya
But how on earth do i keep saddness at bay ? Tafs - The Air Force School
When the familiar world of tafs has melted away ,
And I sit in my dreary new kv classroom today .

The best memories were just simple pleasures ,
These small pleasures do I carefully treasure
Fun with jags was great in measure ,
Basketball was my games period leisure .

We'd often hum along ,
Atul sir's newest song ,
The list of distractions were long
And my popularity strong

I had an identity there , I would stand out ,
And my popularity among teachers and peers was stout .
For competitions I was often sent ,
Teachers thought - in teaching me their time was well spent .

I wish that those things would happen here ,
I can attain that only with hard work sheer .
To attaining that status I'm near ,
But by being here my heart still sheds a tear.

On crushes

It come to you like a wave crashing down the sea ,

as subtley as subtley can be .

But your senes day and night he'll trouble .

Around him you'll stutter and fumble .

It's difficult to keep him out of your mind .

And often having wild fantasies 'bout him , you yourself will find .

Towards you , you wish he'll bind .

Your thoughts on your inadequacies will become not so kind .

Often infront of the mirror you'll stand ,

wodering , ' Why on earth with such horrible looks did I land ? ' .

What's happening , you may or may not understand .

All what you know in this stange phenomena you don't have a hand .

At the object of your affection you'll often stare ,

and approach him if you dare .

If he accepts a great relationship you'll share .

If he rejects you wonder , ' Why is life so unfair ? '

This phenomen may put you to turmoil ,

and often may unwanted emotions embroil .

Upon grabbing his attention you may often toil .

But one glitch in his character would this attraction foil .

You may wonder after reading this ,

" Who on earth is this 'his' ? "

This his is a crush

and my dear readers , I'll give you some advice - DON'T RUSH .

Like a wave returning to the sea ,

this attracton short - lived may be ,

So don't act on it immediately , you see .

Or else in grave trouble you may be .

Many thanks

Always in my mind comes a thought ,
When about nature's miracles i hear or see ,
" Hasn't Mother Nature given us a lot ?
How blessed are we ! "
For what would life be ?
Without the happy chirps of birds ,
Or the unending gifts given by the tree ,
Or the perfect construction of our body's innards .
How blessed are we !