Royal Celebrations

Royal Celebrations short poem

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Once my husband brought a pair of white pigeons,
Very beautiful with red eyes and lush red beaks.
Extremely gorgeous with glorious visions,
In our mother tongue we call it Laqa-kabootar.
A special species of sweet white pigeons,
In golden cage they were imprisoned.
Though the cage was beautiful with golden bars,
The pigeons were loving and friendly as faithful yaars.
With all the facilities of a lavish life,
Sparkling golden cups for drinking water,
Beautiful plates for their lunch and dinner.
We were giving them so much love and tender care,
Still they were sad and depressed for no
Apparent reasons, they were longing and,
Dying for their freedom, they wanted to fly,
In an open horizon. All of us loved those,
Snow-white pigeons, we used to feed grains,
Also to the wild pigeons. The grey and black pigeons,
Sat on our balcony, morning and evening,cooing their
Symphonic songs in harmonious harmony.
My husband felt the sadness and pain of,
Those white pigeons, their pleas were heard,
And they were released.We were sad to see,
An empty cage. I missed my white pigeons,
My heart full of haze, they disappeared in an enormous horizon,
Giving us the blessings of a happy seasons,
A beautiful reason for a royal celebration,
Of our first born beloved daughter’s wedding.

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I am a graduate in psychology from Aligarh Muslim university Aligarh.I got my early education from Lucknow and Faizabad.I started writing poetries from the age of seventeen.i've written1000 poems in English and Urdu.still scribbling more poems.
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A very moving tale in the form of a poem…Amazing!

ammu sachariah

I enjoyed the poem. I could imagine each and every step through your lines.


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