A pigeon on my porch
Makes me an unintended host
A Guest I have now
Makes himself feel at home
My home, his home
Our home!
Ever alert, ever intent
Looks, he at me
With curious looks
hard to decipher
I now comfortable
I now alien
In my own home now
I feel like a guest
He a host.
A tresspasser on my porch!
My mind rebels
My ego crashes
Enroacher on my porch!
Invader on my porch!
Blinded, i rush
To free my territory.
5 comments:
So You chased it. :)
I liked the first two stanzas very much.
Welcome back.
Very nice and simple pleasurs of life. Good to see after long break.
@ramesh yup i chased it!! they hav a personality too i guess!!
@priya thnk u! yup long tym tho!!
reminds me of the song "Masakalli" in "Delhi 6 "
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