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Mourning of Dove

Mourning of dove

I used to play in these streets

danced whole day at heart's beat

hunger and thirst were nothing for games

'mischievous', olds gave me this name

routes and roads were familiar with me

I used to wander like a bee

the whole world was in my fist

joys and happiness were in my list

but one day a cloud of fire appeared

out of land, I heard nothing cleared

fools of thrones had gifted me tears

cursed, they, for seats, killed my dears.


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© 2020 Muhammad Rizwan

Comments

OLUSEGUN from NIGERIA on October 31, 2020:

Pathetic! How humans ignore other creatures to satisfy themselves. Good one.

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