The Elegant Pigeon Poem by Harsh Joshi

To the pigeon, so elegant said I,
'Am I the only one to cry? '
The dirty pigeon, so beautiful which never flied,
'Is he happy who never cries? ', surprisingly he replied.

'Perhaps unlucky is my fate', I said
'But you have reasons to be glad,
Think of those, born without fate,
Misfortunes come and go, move ahead Mate! '

For his words sounded in my ears,
recalled me of the world's tears.
My reasons for sadness were so small and mean
made me realize my mistake, Oh! the words so clean.

My teacher gave me reasons, no more I cried,
After that lesson, away he flied....