The pretty white Pigeon
By evergreens
The Pigeon is flying out-- High in the air,towards the sky; She wants to rub wings Against the bright sun! Assuming the sun a bright ball, Tail-feather perched straight Wingls fluttering graciously White Pigeon scales the sky. Midway,thoughts of young ones in her nest Occur suddenly in her mind; Beaks open,chicks waiting to be fed Squealing in delight! Brushing aside lofty aim, She darts back to nest Down to earth she comes, Parental love at its best.This poem is symbolic of parental love. Parental love is unique and has no parallel; It comes from the heart spontaneously! Written March 10th, 2002 © on Mar 09 2002 06:48 PM PST, Vivekanandam K.M.G. 10 • 0 • 8
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