All things are pied inside the sea
With trout that have rose- moles.
Now priest poet looks at the sky.
Thanks God for its finest freckles.
Meadow’s cows are bald and pied
Shivering bodies ,lightly speckled
Like serrated clouds in God’s sky
Shivering skins off monsoon flies.
We thank God for poet in His sky
Who points at its freckled beauty.
In beach ,we smell turtle’s deaths
And the voracious crows on them.
All things are pied in God’s beauty
But who do we blame for smells?
(On reading Gerard Manley Hopkins’ poem Pied Beauty)