At the heart, upon a timeless stump,
A peacock rests—dark, sculpted, still;
A living myth in gentle slump,
Crowned by dawn’s unspoken will.
No color speaks, yet all is said,
In this surreal, breath-held scene;
Where form outlives the hues it shed,
And silence turns profoundly keen.
Here, meaning rises without sound,
From edges soft and borders true;
In silhouette, the soul is found—
When light is less, and seeing, new.
© Dr. Bishan Monnappa, Shot at Coorg – Oct 2023
Beautiful shot and lines. Is the photograph taken in Kodagu?