The Pigeon

It thundered and it rained,
I got drenched
And my alibi too
So, I let go of the fret
Wet in rain and whetting pain,
I limped my way to them,
They are the water and I am the fish,
Without them, I feel like meat.
Tucked in my bed and off to sleep,
I hear the pigeon coo again,
It never leaves, I never sleep.
I know somehow, as it wags its head back and forth,
It likes to see me weep.

I left the marsh for a place,
Where the sun walked very close,
From one horizon to the other,
I got sun burns, and lazy too,
Them, I missed but I found someone,
Oh and I got legs and wings so neat,
Yes, I could fly to their touch,
When I start feeling like yucky meat,
Tucked in my bed and off to sleep,
I hear a pigeon coo,
It left with me, I never slept,
I don’t know why I let it,
But it does disturb me and Damn it! I have wept.

I slowly drifted to the snows,
The feathers wore, my legs sore and water was so far,
Someone left me too to brave the cold alone,
I tried to fly, but my feet was stuck in snow,
I tried to call but my voice was lost in flow,
I think for the longest time,
I missed and longed for them and someone,
So much so that half my body wilted.
Slowly but I don’t even realize,
I grow older,
Numb in snow and the undone eyebrow,
I think I died a long time ago,
For I became the meat,
And the pigeon now sat on my shoulder,
It cooed and it cooed and it never stopped cooing,
But it did not disturb me,
Nor did it make me weep,
Since ages now I have been fast asleep.