I watched two pigeons
As they courted and flirted
They looked, they teased
They played in the breeze
They circled each other, and actually 'necked'
Then things got serious and they began to 'peck'
My heart filled with laughter
That rushed out to be heard
As i prayed there was no Muthalik
In the simple world of birds
9 comments:
Lovely, Arch! That was a refreshing poem and a refreshing thought :)
With men as mad as Muthalik
And crazed and stupid and sick
Never a pigeon or a dove
Can live in peace or love
I know my rhyme sucks, but your versification is beautiful :)
I agree.. very fresh!
hey...they had to fly all the way to your apartment to make out. may be there are running away from their muthalik!
am a jerk....nice one ;) )
Thank you for making my day :) :)
Too good!
Thanks Shail!
Arch, This one was incredible. This is so good it must be sent across to some Magazine - may I take the privilege and send it to a friend over at a Mag and see how it goes?
wow sundar, sure! totally thrilled you thought it was that good :)
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