Posted by: Prem Piyush | December 21, 2005

A White Dove


O Dove, I don’t have bed of roses.
Not the golden cage.

O Dove, I don’t have the sweet grams here.
Not the green peas.

O Dove, I don’t have the sweets songs,
We are tribal.

O Dove, setting you free, just free.
From bondage.

O Dove, keep flying across sky,
Across the boundaries.

O Dove, if you fall tired,
Thick grasses, I grow here.

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Responses

  1. O dove, I don’t have beautiful words
    to write you more about 🙂

    Nice poem


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