Sunday, May 27, 2012

can't we be...two doves drenched ?

Ahoy!
When it is raining outside
how come dear you hold your tide?
When the blades of grass are dancing with joy
how come dear you so much coy?
Open up dear...open up
Peep out across your glassed airshaft...

There...yes right there...See?
How a pair of lovebirds wriggle off drops
Of water on their feathers soft?
Keep a watch on them...
Look! They are beaking each other...flapping wings to spread warmth of feathers...
They are surely stung by love...
Two pure hearted lovely doves...

Tell me...can't we be just like them?
Two doves...white...without shame?
Let the cars honk in streets...
We would be perched somewhere to breath in the moist breeze...

You would beak me...
I would do the same...
Two doves perched high above the insanitary lane...
Can't we be...for this rain filled season...
Doves in love with love being the reason?

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