The Dove Bird Sing Poem by Ronjoy Brahma

White Dove has calling without fear
Come see me, come see says
Making wings and rose up in the morning for the first time
Come to shine in the affair of creeps.
Father try to hope for the future
We are awakening to
Unity of pure extracts of creation
Procession to sing song it should be.
Dove, you go.. As soon as possible
Clean the heart of the sky to the throat,
Come see the rights come with the neck
Sweet voice said from the dove.
Bring white wing dove made by
Spider's webs to get stuck in,
When go to die waiting for spider has
He voice in favour always laugh.
I don't constantly say die
Not tired white wing dove has to bring
See the sky become strong
Without fear, sing the song.