The Wings Broken Dove. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

I am a dove, white dove
I am entitled to fly in heights
with my beautiful wings
To proclaim the peaceful messages
Where there must be care of assimilation
The dim light, and darkness fades
My way to fly in heights pretty nice
But unfortunate, my wings are broken
And tired my self, fractured legs
I have faith in this world ever
The diorama visible in museums
Diomedes the Great warrior I like
I feel hallucination on dimwits
The din I hear in my ear fearful
But still my spirit is high
I will make myself fit for fly
To proclaim the world of peace.