When Doves Cry

Your coo, O dove, like the sound of a harmonica, thrills, Evaporating all inner congestions my soul stills; Even when you are, as though bitterly mourning, whimper; An unknown peace fills me; out of merriment, I simper...! When I hear your cool coo at dawn, my soul gets elated, As the sweet tone of the Church-bell, rhythm is created; Your flirting with your spouse has great spirituality, Your love-filled romantic form expands my vitality...! Your cry has many a marvelous meaning to display, By a calm heeding of your cry, my grief gets washed away; Your heart-healing cry brings my far-dwelling spouse to my mind, Feeling and pondering on your cry makes me self-refined...! Cry, O dove, as often as you can, to make me merry, Cry that the creatures would overcome the mind that's wary; Cry so that peace and harmony constantly we could feel, Powered by the self divine this wounded world we could heal...!!!