Sitting on a mango tree and watching the blue sky,
Watched a young pigeon drop to the ground and die.
Really sad to see that, but it was all for good,
Flying all day, looking for shelter and food.
Food, shelter and mating, life without a purpose,
A worm or figs on a lucky day was an extra bonus.
Why blame mute animals?, even humans lead such lives,
School and college, stupid jobs and then nagging wives.
On a lucky day, death ended the pigeon's existence,
Hurt its neck while flying across the barbed wire fence.
Bleeding profusely it fell while flying in the air,
Died slowly and painfully with no one to care.
Looking blissfully asleep in the golden sand,
Blood all around its neck like an orange garland.
Soul up in heaven where there is no hunger or disease,
Green pastures all around, green trees and cool breeze.