pigeons

white pigeons

in my ash-laden

fossilized sky,

i tied a post to their 

legs, carrying my 

coarse-outsourced love,

my dear favourite boy,

keeping my fingers 

on count, throwing my 

poems to a foolish 

crowd, layers unleashing 

my impatience to tell 

you, "you are my hero,

i want your sky to 

meet my ground"

white pigeons 

flapping in your

tuscan red sky, 

i endured too much 

agony to realise 

"it's their sky too,

and you don't need

every spectrum just

because i like turning 

all my filth to blue "

i wish they'd just stay

away from your reach,

in a safer sunlit sky,

you'd better sleep under

the full moon without 

my cold, paroled,

coarse-forced love,

my dear favourite boy.

- chetna 🌻