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.