One fine morning as I stood in balcony
To breathe in the air freshy
My eyes caught sight of
A pigeon grey-black on the corner pot.
As our sights held each other together
She hastly ran and took on flight.
This was what everyday happened
Between me and her for a day or two more.
Finally one morning, as usual
I stood in the balcony
And she flew off slowly
Leaving behind her pair of li’l egg twinkle.
This wrote a new chapter in my life
Of expectant pigeon’s life.
In a fortnight, I was blessed
With two little angels yellow-brown.
Instilling new hopes in my soul
As I saw her nurture her kids
Putting little in their mouth, food
And warming her under her feather.
On one night windy
Rain was lashing badly
Pouring all drops in her pot
So I shaded her house with asbestos sheet.
Slowly they shed their yellow-brown hair
To put on grey-black feather
And then they spread their wings
Practicing to fly within the premises.
Most of the time I saw them dozing
And thought they might have fallen sick
When one fine day they took their maiden trip
Enjoying the freedom to flip.
Off and on now they visited my hearth
Only to have the grains I spread
But by a months time they gained strength
And flew off in the world so wide.