My White Dove Poem by Rajendran Muthiah

Dear Dove! Peck at my scribbling hand with thy lips
And I'll give you floral lines for your sips.
Is it hard to bring the heavens to thy charming face
And our chronicle to race in a faster pace?

My heart blows into bits if thy face cringes,
But flights up seeing ‘top thine eyes dark fringes.
Don't sweat in life before walking several miles
Like the moon which shines but never smiles.

Alas! Don't immure me in thy lovely heart!
To tweet sounds sweet, me to this world, God has brought.
I pay often fleeting visits to realm of stars
‘long with you in beauty hanging flying cars!

I tumble down at the dimple of your silver cheek
And craves glances from thine eyes with my mind so meek.