Oh, Chameleon,
As I drink my cup of Chamomile tea
You peep from behind the window
I keep watching the blue sea
Ignoring your drill on the portico.
The plantain leaves turn you green
And also to the colours that I have never seen
I wish I could be like you
When fate reminds me of my karmic overdue.
When I feel ashamed of my existence
And when guilt overrides my pride
I wish I could escape this life verse
Or get on your cloak, until the end of the tide.
Oh, Chameleon,
I wish I were like you, resting on the branch
Changing within seconds, my makeup
Daydreaming, while waiting for a catch
And also basking in the sun, doing a push-up
I wish I were like you…
But I promise, I never watched you on my portico
I was just looking at the tides of the distant sea –
Alas, I too camouflage!
The wish to camouflage to get away from it all…holds on the attention of the reader with the unexpected end in the poem.
Thank you so much poet
An exquisite,introspective poem
Thanks a lot, Vijay ji
A brilliantly realised and vividly engaging poetic delight.
Thank you Louis for your encouraging words and also for this wonderful platform to exhibit our poems.
Aren’t we all the victims, out rather, proud owners of our own camouflage?? Good work!
Thanks dear poet.