Bharatpur visited

Clap trap, clap trap
The tonga’s on its way
Breaking the silence of a forest of birds
Nesting, preying, in flight and in perch.
With binocs round the neck
And a bird book in hand,
The tourists look for the feathered tourists
Hoping to find a find.
Welcome to Bharatpur, two-legged ones all
And also welcome, you slithering beauties
That elude the vistor’s eye.
A treasure trove of nature,
Depleting by the year
All that may be left behind soon
May be feathers and the neelgai at the temple in the park
But before it’s all over
And the birds refuse to haunt their favourite haunt
Go to the bird watcher’s paradise
And take a tour on the tonga, going
Clap trap, clap trap