Blind Heart
Blind heart Rajkumar Pudasaini
One more morning
here again!
Lovely heat, Honest air,
Trust worthy environment, so
I opened my window, then
a pair of white doves
hurray, hurray, hurray, hurray, hurray, hurray, hurray, hurray
there they made three rounds inside where I am and still, no place to stay
silly doves do not sit on the floor. High fy - royalist
walking legs are may sore, so the best idea for them would be to
jumping from the coat to pants, from shirt to the coat again.
peeking, pooping
Okay ….. !!
I picked up a lump and throw it, Again
hurray, hurray, hurray, hurray, hurray, hurray, hurray,
wounds of injury, sticked dirt on pants
dirty food thrown on the road,
This is their search for shelter and food, on my things
but how much to endure,
I'm hungry too
it is white and easy to see,
I picked another lump and shooted/hooray
hurray, hurray, hurray, hurray, hurray, hurray, hurray,
rounding and rounding around...,
and then sat in a plastic bag, sniffing,
this time they ware bit faster, maybe in a hurry.....
ohaa no no !!son of , This is my food.!!!!
To satisfy with, my hunger did play the magical role
to have it inside the trap of coat
berry prepared for another vote.
- I accepted them
- They ate my share
- And I ate the same,
Yes it is the same, either doves or them
Now, all stability
finally breathed,
I seems to be alive,
listened to the outside accommodation,
someone in the distance, with its loud voice
.calm down,! calm down!!.... human rights. ... human rights .....
was saying
songs
musical concerts. 29-04-2020
Copyright © Rajkumar Pudasaini | Year Posted 2020
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