A Dead Pigeon

By Tanushree Kar

That's the carcass of a dead pigeon

Lying below the yellow autumn tree

Not a person passing by sees it

Nor they care to set the dying soul free

Was there any significance of his life?

Or did he bring any change to a being?

Was he a success or a failure?

Or did he die being strangled in the strings?

Nonetheless we'd never know

Except the nest that still lays there

Was it the pigeon who built it?

Or was it a fellow Mayflair?

The little scarlet pierced the sky

But tired it fell on the nest

A dead's home was someone else's shelter

The next day she continued her journey rest

There was a soul still staring at her

With serenity and perplexed gaze

The melted bones still lay there

Perhaps- 

The carcass of the pigeon still laid dead

By Tanushree Kar