Technology is my enemy.
Email is my foe.
I have lost my job.
But I am not the postman.
...
I watch you from here.
Your beautiful eyes,
And the thin waist.
The spring in your steps.
...
You are dark and black than what I am.
I am not your dog to just follow your path.
Sometimes I walk in front and you follow me.
Don't fight with me, My dear fool.
...
When we married,
She was just out of college.
She was a child woman.
When I asked why she is not crying,
...
When the time comes,
nothingness strikes.
Stillness speaks,
Words fade.
...
Pigeon.
Technology is my enemy.
Email is my foe.
I have lost my job.
But I am not the postman.
I brought the messages for you
and delivered it in your home.
You have forgotten me.
I am standing in front of you.
Yes... Yes... it is me.
Without a job, eating the grain.
I have become fat.
Please take me to your home.
I will be a friend to your children.
Tell them my story and introduce me,
'This is the Pigeon,
Which carried messages to the Kings and the lovers'.