Dove?

by Summaiya Noor Ali


Seems like a bird,
always out of reach
Beautiful serene secure,
farfetched to some

The mere mention of the bird,
brings a change
Has the power to ruin,
a comfortable chatty evening
Making people's blood run cold,
in cowardice or
boil in mercurial rage

Few stretch far and wide,
extending the horizons as they go
Attacking others for believing,for hoping,
someday to reach that bird
Hence destroying the energy, the spark,
that defines individuality and independence

What will keeping quiet bring to you?
Eternal doom or maybe an alluring cage
Wakeup! While the clock's still ticking,
Give a voice to your thoughts,
make Them hear you

Question those who lay motionless,
as if not breathing
Despair, Desperation, Lonliness,
shall not suit you well
Soon the Bird will go out of sight,
Shrugging shoulders will eventually make our choice for us.