THE PINK DOVE

There was a time when the sun never shined,
The darkness prevailed and the white dove was about to die.

She was the most loved, cherished and cared
But god knows why she was so despaired.

She had many associates the parrots, the pigeons, the sparrows and the crows.
All were her friends though she never thought so.

Her despair, disenchant, disillusion and the consequent psychic death was slow.
But her turbulent mind, watering eyes and trembling legs were always on the go.

There was no reason for the fear as they were not even near.
But she had no choice as her soul was seared.

But then one day trudging through her way,
She came across an enchanting pink dove by the bay.

Pink she was with a golden hallow.
Her tender radiance made the white dove glow.

The pink dove' s affability, responsiveness, and compassion.
Made the white doves’ rebirth a sure succession.

In the pink doves warmth she discovered herself,
The despair was useless and the pain was stale.

Now the white dove chirps like never before
Her heart is free and fears are no more.

No more of disillusion. No more of despair.
The white dove is flying with strong wings that need no repair.