Squab Poem by Kumarmani Mahakul

Squab

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Have you ever seen a squab in a nest?
He or she remains with mother and takes rest.
We may find their nest in a earthen pot,
Under the roof people place it to avoid hot.

The coo of the young pigeon is very sweet,
It's hopping is so attractive, it has wit.
Pigeon communicates letter place to place,
It is so cunning, so lovely God does bless.

Squab can see a tiny thing from a distance,
It eats different grains with tiny substance.
It drinks water and does quench it's thirst,
It is small, can fly over sky and fly very fast.

Pigeon is a beautiful and useful bird,
Some people kill them for meat is very sad.

© Kumarmani Mahakul,11 January 2015. All rights reserved.

Friday, October 28, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: life,love and art,nature
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Heather W.B. 23 January 2020

Pigeon is a beautiful bird and you have observed this bird very deeply. Your penning of this poem motivates us with true dignity.

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Pushpendra Patel 27 February 2019

Pigeon is a beautiful and useful bird. Leaf carries letter. Calmness is inside own mind. This we should feel. Soul is pure. Nature impacts on soul. This is a great poem and you are a nice poet.

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Edward Kofi Louis 09 June 2018

Useful bird! ! With the muse of the bard. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Indira Renganathan 30 October 2016

Nice words on squab...pity some kill them for meat..that is sad... an informative poem with a message embedded in it- 10 Thank you Kumar for your kind comment on my poem

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Kumarmani Mahakul 28 October 2016

picture of Fay Slimm xA delightful verse full of interest about the beautiful pigeon and its breeding habits. So well crafted this poem had my attention from the first - thank you my friend for this reminder of the wonders of nature found in these birds. A fine example of parental care is surely a lesson for those who would see. 11 Jan 2015 by Fay Slimm | Reply picture of Todd Wooton xI always liked pigeons... When I lived in a more urban area, people would put poison out on their windowsills to get rid of the poor birds; so sad, how people treat animals that would never do anything to harm them. 12 Jan 2015 by Todd Wooton | Reply

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Gandam, Dist-Deogarh, Odisha, INDIA
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