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Theme: Life

A Pigeon

Few years ago
I sold my ancestral house,
Where my childhood companion
Swooped every day
from the margosa tree
in my courtyard
to peck grains
from my hand
A pigeon....

Recently my old servant
told me that
when that tree
was being chopped
he wept and sobbed
in his nest
and refused to come out
That pigeon...

After a long effort
He was also
ripped with the tree...

He was a pigeon
not a trader,
or else
He would have also
sold his birthplace
for money
and bought a new nest
on some other tree..

Like us,
would have been proud
of some other


More By  : Dr. Padmesh Gupta

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Comments on this Poem

Comment Love this poem and the symbolism <3.. Great impression!!

Julia R
15-Nov-2013 05:49 AM

Comment Great poem and great emotions, Dr. Padmesh! Thank you.

Kumarendra Mallick
19-Mar-2013 11:57 AM

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