The sky was cloudless, clear, dark and black,
There was no question of turning around back;
Not on the hill which the rain bathed green,
But walking on flat roads where nobody had been;
The adamant fog tried to block the wary way,
But the roads said ‘run’ you don’t have to stay;
The silent pebbles didn’t complain about pain,
Tired of alerting effort which were all in vain;
Not an alarming screech of the worried little owl,
Not a scared, sorrowful wolf to give a loud howl,
Now the moon had vanished away leaving no trace,
The starless sky showered the darkness on the face,
The birds refused to cheer, tweet, chirp and sing,
A hurt dove walked on the road with a broken wing.
Copyright 2016 Chitkala Mulye (Chitkala Aditosh
I admire your ability to work rhyme into your poetry – an art I have not tackled. Lovely poem.
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Thank you so much, I am glad you liked it 🙂
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I absolutely loved reading this, thank you for sharing. Cheers! 🙂
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Thank you so much 🙂
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Nice! The story of my life…. I can deffinately relate to that dove. I love this one.
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Thank you so much
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Your welcome
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A very nice poem!
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Thank you 🙂
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A dove with a broken wing…what a concept!
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😊
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Thanks!!
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