Broken Pigeon Poem by Sudhanshu Shekhar

Broken Pigeon

Rating: 5.0


Broken pigeon is my soul,
Unused not saved from devil,
Magic sticks from stars are high,
But I complete with the broken pigeon,
That never joins my soul and my soul cry.

One day onemagic stick fallen from stars down on earth,
I have a tubelight lamp for night,
But when I took the magic stick of stars from earth,
My broken pigeon joined and my soul joy.

Tuesday, November 21, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: life and death,love and art
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Dr Antony Theodore 28 November 2020

Broken pigeon is my soul, Unused not saved from devil, Magic sticks from stars are high, But I complete with the broken pigeon, That never joins my soul and my soul cry. Wonderful expressions. broken pigeon as a symbol. tony

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Kristan A 22 November 2017

Nice written ...ur thought is a really pure ...keep writing

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Bernard F. Asuncion 21 November 2017

Such an interesting poem, Sudhanshu....a huge 10++++

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