Encircled! Poem by Naga Vamshidhar Ratakonda

In Couples,
They Flew Once;
In Dozens they're,
A Crew Hence;
OutNumbered,
Blew Away Thence!

Twice the Frequency,
Of Seconds Clock,
Their Wings Fluttered,
In a Minute's Lapse;

Once the Frequency,
Of Minutes Clock,
Wings Stretched,
They were on a Flight,
For Minutes Couple!

In Flavours of Grey,
And Milk White,
Their Bird Bodies,
Appeased & Amused;

The Rare White Doves,
In the Middle were,
True Treasure Troves,
Of the Swift Shift Flock!

In Patterns of Rings,
They Danced Down,
Encircling the Green,
Grain Grass Fields,
Again and Again;

What Weather Signs,
The Peace Genre,
Pigeons Convey,
This Monsoon Season?
The Sun & Air Knows!