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...!!!
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