The Fall Of A Dove Poem by Gaurav Darlami

The white dove falls....
from the blue sky.
It's body, now lifeless,
descends into the ground.
Now, it's wings won't flap
neither it's legs would perch.
And it's body must fall.

The white dove fell...
from the blue sky.
Yet, it's feathers float.
Blood stained and twirling,
they'll fall,
slowly than the dove.

The white dove's fall,
after it's death...
ends after reaching the ground.
And it is as discreet
as it's ascent to the sky.

The white dove fell...
into the ground.
Yet, it's feathers float.
Blood stained and twirling,
they'll fall,
slowly into the ground.