Tag Archives: Pigeon

Cry of Heavenly Birds

12 Sep

I see some birds Myna, Bulbul and Laughing Dove,077
Searching something they loved,
Is it food or a friend or a nest,
Or some lost world full of green fest

Then i hear them cry who is it that destroyed our world,
Is it an Armageddon, Are we the only survivors,
Where are the rest, our friends, our dear and near ones,
Are they alive or are they dead, Oh Almighty are they safe

Our playgrounds are gone,
The green we wandered to collect our food no longer found,
Surely something must have went wrong,
Of which we know nothing now

I spot a pigeon landing swiftly among them,
I hear it say, they are planning to build a museum,
Who are they i wonder,
What museum they want to build the birds ponder

Then i see a man with his axe at the far end,
The birds quail with a loud yell,
Oh human if only you would know the pain of losing ones nest,
You build only to lose more and more of thine rest

To a wandering Pigeon

20 Sep

She visits me every weekend,
When I am seated near the window pane,
Constantly she looks at me for any sign of care,
Rotating invariably are her eyes,
Sometimes left, sometimes right.

Her wings though tired showcase dynamism,
Her beak though narrow an icon of innocence,
What a beautiful maker is My God I acclaim,
Such innocence packed with dynamism.

It relishes my soul and makes me appraise my Creator,
Such beauty around me he has filled,
Beautiful is as useful as the useful,
Perhaps more so said Victor Hugo.

While I lay in my couch at day’s end,
Such lovely memories lift my being,
They rewind and refresh my thoughts,
Oh wandering Pigeon my unexpected Joy.