In scarf
Her scarf colourful, maroon-red is bright
Pigeons have their own game; that flight
She carries a baby, stroller, pushing cart
Birds fly in circle for landing like locusts
Her cover head to toe, is black as cassock
Paratrooper’s drop zone, similar is pigeon
Lady’s palm holds cellphone, to walk-talk
The male birds turn and show, varied ways
Cassock-worn sexy so steals eye off blonde.
Fair females’ light dress, more exposed
Lose, to the full covered with one child.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem