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 🌻