Our eyes met, atop the fifth floor
We exchanged a glance of pain
I could not comprehend it more
As she came, she flew again
Now perched on a higher roof
Occupied in her personal woe
Amidst the heartless a heart aloof
Stalked by wolves a frightened doe
Tears rolled down my pale cheeks
Her pain ebbed in a hidden clot
A firm plea her muteness speaks
For wars of time, she too had fought
A gloomy blue descends from sky
And coats our fragile mind
I think of home and silently cry
Her home was an impossible find
I can sense what ailed within
As she looked beyond the town
A common tide took us in
For our home we pined intone.
the poet and the pigeon are blended in an identical bond.though it is believed birds soar high and know not what cares is.nice poem,
An amazing poem written in a delicate and gracious style..A write from the depth of your soul..Thanks for sharing and best wishes! A.
I think of home and silently cry Her home was an impossible find These lines show your masterliness shan
aweeeeeeee such a sad beautiful write................well penned
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very nice read. Thank you for posting Steve New on here