Thee Dove

Thee Dove

Falling burning feathers

Carried by solemn dull winds

Black ashes covering soft light, thick

A scene so serene, so mystique

All a part of the white Dove

Once flying in the sky of freedom

Now caged, tormented for slavery.

Shot at the slightest of move

Longing for the message of hope

Thirsty for a drink of Love.

Even the bullet forced to kill

Bathed with the blood of Dove

Tries to clean itself with tears of guilt

But it can never, never can it retrace

The time back over the lost path

Where lived Thee Dove

And traded Love

Always with fragrance of Hope.

But it can repent a wait, wait to kill

An impossible sinless killer kill

All to resurrect Thee Dove.

Posted in: Poems(By Abhilash)