Blue Wren

 

J. K. Murphy

 

For a moment,

Her legs on the branch

Are still as twigs,

 

But she’ll never say cheese

For a photographer.

For a second

 

Her  eyes flash

Full on mine,

As if to put

 

Another in the frame.

As sunshine daubs the leaves

She sagely meshes

 

Her powder blue

Into the greenery,

Behind a dappled apple.

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‘Constitutional morality is not a national instinct. It has to be cultivated. Democracy in India is only the top dressing on the soil. Civil Disobedience is the grammar of anarchy.’

 

-Dr. Ambedkar

 

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