The solitary pigeon grey upon the roof,
Transfixed he stands, and looks ahead
In utmost tranquillity; then, vigilantly
Moves his head around, and up, and down,
As if it were a flexible arc-curved spring:
Scanning the panoramic vision high!
Even though, he may not record this moment
As I do, inspired by his solitary guise,
Yet, we two shared few moments of existence:
Poof! …he just flew! …and in delight I smile:
Writing for him this poem with one rhyme!
You capture that very moment so uniquely, painting an image in my mind with all its subtle nuances And then surprising me at the end with that wonderful delightful exclamation- Zowie couldn't be more appropriate. Such a beautifully crafted poem I've read over and over. I wish I had the right words to fully compliment thus exquisite writing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a wonderful poem of a short meeting of two very different life forces? .........well written