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Praying for someone secretly, is the most immense form of love.

Seated on my table,
I heard a noise.
Saw a pigeon on the lines of cable,
trying to be perfectly poised.

Trying, I said?
Yes, it was sick.
White large circles grown on it's head,
All over it's wings were snicked.

I had already got up,
Trying to quench it's thirst,
Gave it water in a cup.
The protrusions seemed will get burst.

To no avail!
It didn't even drink a sip!
It's face turned more pale,
Gave it seeds but didn't take a nip.

It was trying to deter,
I tried but with failing.
To make it feel better.
But it, immovably sat on the railing.

I thought it would eat,
When nobody is around.
Later, I thought it would complete,
But it was in an absolute breakdown.

I left it alone.
Sneaked and checked it as it was prone.
To the others of it's kind,
Powerless it was, to even look behind.

Night had fallen,
I went to sleep,
Prayed it hadn't fell,
In it's sleep.

When at morning I went to check,
It was gone,
It didn't even leave a fleck.
And upon the railing the sun-rays dawned.

It could have flown away,
Could have fell down and died.
Or a cat must have taken it away
But, I prayed for it's good from deep inside.

Author's Note

This is a true story which in real happended to me. I woke up and found the pigeon gone. I was so sad that I thought of choosing it as an inspiration to write upon. Whatever happened to the pigeon is unknown, but I still will pray for it's soul.
Review my poem :')

Reviews

[Kevin Andros]

This is quite good. Turning a mundane event of a day in a beautiful bouquet of words. I am really touched to see the human side of life in this work of yours.

I am very curious to see your next works on real life incidents though!

Keep writing.

Best,
~KA~

[Fieora Andros]

Sure! Thanks a lot! :')