A Brown Brooding Dove Poem by azmat naushad asif

A brown brooding dove
Sat on a perch
With slender delicate beak
And flawless curve of the face
She looked at me
Fluttering her black innocent eyes
Fully approving of her appreciation

As if she knew that she is beautiful
A symbol of feminity.
And fertility
With her wings protecting her eggs

She looked at me
Mockingly and proudly
Of having that which I have lost
The bliss and duty of feminity

Suddenly she flapped her wings
And took her flight
Her rising to new heights
Made me gasp at my fall.