The dove’s heart beats as if it will burst in my hands….
But I didn’t let it go…
It broke my favourite flower vase when it tresspassed to my
room and controlled the room’s airspace…
I know if that poor thing know to speak, it would’ve asked”
why? What did I do to you….?
Did I hurt you…? Why don’t you let me go…?”
Even when I was angry to it, its panicked heartbeats make me
let it free….
The next day I saw that dove in somebodie’s cage….
Maybe the next day I will saw it as a dead bird….
Or in a dining plate….
I can’t even bear to hurt a dove, then how could some people
kill other people…
They say it will make you a man…. Ridiculous….
It will make you a murderer…. Destined to live in its
guilt forever….
Am wondering about this world and its habitants and their
crazy notions….
Great, nice thought..............
ReplyDeleteGreat thought indeed,... tat would mean tat v should be veg na :P :P
ReplyDeletecrticism: What happened to your language? If you are unable to convey thoughts with the right words and proper grammar, then these views just die like withered leaves.
ReplyDeletethat's a thought niya....
ReplyDeletenjan veg ayalo ennu alochikkunnundu...
critique....: practice makes perfection... right..?
ReplyDeletethe next posts will be better....