On the curved lamp post
The grey and striped pigeon
Perches, warming itself in
The rays of the January sun
Now rising to the right of the
Lakeview flats looking out
On houses where a lake
Once rippled and glittered
The predator can't have enough
The gig workers have resumed
Drilling at the nearby wedding hall
Raising two more floors probably
In deviation of city building laws
Given the congestion of the street
All around me the world is busy
Earning its daily bread with labour
The pigeon too has flown away
Leaving me gazing at the wisdom tree
Trying to hide a pair of doting mynahs,
I go back to my many chores cheerfully
Taking heart from all who are at work.
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