44. ||PIGEONS||

Exams can be strenuous.

And that, Krishna

Is no understatement.

I went to the park

For a stroll, a breath of fresh air

It has some beautiful flowers,

Pigeons and doves

And some mischievous

Squirrels.

I sat pondering

Introspecting

When two pigeons

Flew high up in the air

Away from their clan.

He stole her millets

And squealed teasingly

She went flying behind him

Angrily, yet happily

As if to say

Stop teasing me!

He won't stop

He ran like

There was no tomorrow.

In the end, she gave up

Feigned a puffy face

And perched on a branch

Away from him.

He came back

Maybe whispered a few sorrys

And gave her

The grains.

She smiled at him

And said

Break it in half.

They were so utterly

Blissfully complete.

They perched on opposite branches

And looked at each other

Painfully

And kept looking

Longing

For each others

Caressing arms.

Between them was a robust branch.

Birds have always

Been your thing, Krishna.

No wonder I love them too.