When I sit still by the window
Every morning writing to You
A pigeon comes and sits in the window pane
Take a quick look at me
Nods it head several times
And flew back to the next building
Where it’s friends are waiting and watching me
With delicate curiosity…
In these moths I have befriended this couple
And their several sets of children
That grew before my eyes.
A little trust, a little understanding-
That I am harmless to them.
Now they are quite comfortable with me
With the clicking of my phone camera
They no more fly away or freeze.
A relationship developed by years-
Pigeons and me…
Bought me an occasional curious ‘hello’
When one of them comes closer
And sit upon the window pane
I freeze in awe !
A friend from a different world has come to greet me
With ninety nine percent trust
and one percent mistrust mixed in it
makes the meeting sweet and touching
as I remind myself-
I have a long way to go before
The pigeon comes and sit upon my hand
And accept a pat from me.
Every morning writing to You
A pigeon comes and sits in the window pane
Take a quick look at me
Nods it head several times
And flew back to the next building
Where it’s friends are waiting and watching me
With delicate curiosity…
In these moths I have befriended this couple
And their several sets of children
That grew before my eyes.
A little trust, a little understanding-
That I am harmless to them.
Now they are quite comfortable with me
With the clicking of my phone camera
They no more fly away or freeze.
A relationship developed by years-
Pigeons and me…
Bought me an occasional curious ‘hello’
When one of them comes closer
And sit upon the window pane
I freeze in awe !
A friend from a different world has come to greet me
With ninety nine percent trust
and one percent mistrust mixed in it
makes the meeting sweet and touching
as I remind myself-
I have a long way to go before
The pigeon comes and sit upon my hand
And accept a pat from me.
