Nikhil Lakhani

Mein Weltanschauung

Peacock plumage

In the eye of the storm

When all else flee

Who raises their tail feather

In dancing mockery?

Plumage of unmatched beauty

An iridescent spread

Cast wide like an enchantment

Of a supernatural thread.

O Lord of the Avifauna

Favoured fowl of fate

A thousand eyes unveiled

To dispel the mirth of hate.

In the eye of the storm

When all else flee

Let panic not set

Dance will set you free.

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