A White Dove Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

A white dove, the homegrown dove
That I likes the dove and makes it happy
I kept it in a cage that made by
A cage that is nature friendly with cane sticks
Across the cage a sitting stick
The dove came in afternoon after sunset
The dove lived and behaved in douceur
And my children played with the dove
The silky dowl of the dove we touched
And its good feeling we enjoyed in days
There came a cat in the evening time
And hoping to make it as a good prey
Wandering here and there we found
One day there we saw only the feathers
A downfall in fear lost our beloved dove
The sadness still persists in mind.