My Friend Pigeon... Poem by Anshul Gupta

In the morning
when the skies
are painted in amber
The Sun slowly coming
out of its slumber
I hopefully wait
for your visit to my terrace
be it summer, be it winter.

Far off from the welkin
You come gliding
Watching you sucking water
with your straw like beak
from the earthen bowl
kept on an acrylic sheet
every morning my eyes
get their delicious treat.

God’s messenger
or nature’s magic
I don’t know who you are
I am sure though
you don’t belong
to this world ajar.

Seeing you in the morning
my heart starts singing;
With this universe
my mind gets blend
You touch my heart so closely
I know for sure
you are my soul friend.

Looking at you
I appreciate life’s simplicity
How just the drinking water
could make you happy
You teach me how to enjoy
things that are trivial
How to live in the moment
And always keep my mood jovial.

Seeing you drinking water
my inner thirst gets quenched
In the joy of helping others
my soul gets drenched
I feel myself as a part
of this universe
I feel like loving
and having responsibility
toward others.

You have no terrace of your own
Yet to you all the terraces belong
The sky you don't own
Still you fly like don!
I am jealous of your riches
I just own a terrace
Barter please with me your skies
for my dream palace.

Sometimes my mind’s ears
want to listen ‘thank you’
for providing you drinking water
but that’s my mind not my soul
for my soul instead thank you
for being a wonderful friend
and the guiding master.

(01.09.2011; New Delhi; India)