Pigeon For The Sky Poem by Prayag Saikia

The granite king is dead.

An upheaval,
after the age-old silence.

From the prison-diary of a bard,
here we liberate
a flock of pigeons.

Peace will soothe the sky.

If there are clouds,
there will be rifts for rain

My earth (!)
for a garden of roses
we keep mum,
for a shower of heaven
we hide our tears.

Time demolishes
the fear of the ogre.
We sing the song of the human bard
with pigeons,
with roses.