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: earth,magic
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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