Pearls in the fingernails

They were the contrails of silent skyjets
That stretched like a monkey god’s tails.
They laid luminous paths and our eyes

Shone in excitement in our finger nails
Ready for a little white fluff to sky-drop
To lodge behind them , like tiny pearls

That would enter our fingers fluttering
At flamingos flying in on yearly holiday
From their frozen Siberian back homes.


About nisheedhi

Retired banker with poetry and photography as chief interests
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