A Pigeon’s Interview

By Pria Bollepally

Fluttered my wings elegantly towards the queue of birds

Waiting to interview at central park with a loss for words

Migrated to New york, wanting to be amongst the elite lords

Traveled solo, carrying mail to the greatest park in the records

Competing against fast and domineering birds who won awards

Checked mirrors, shooing myself to stand out from the crowds

Flying confidently with panache, hoping interviewer to take heeds

Flapping pretty wings to masakali, pulling kabutar ja trick cards

Socializing adorably, breaking millets brought from the barnyards

Interrupted by the selector, asked me to roller skate multiple yards

Bewildered by the ask, winged the skate moves to soothe his moods

Faltered by the steps, disappointed the interviewer viewing scorecards

Unselected, flew away whispering “Words are mightier than swords”

Wishing to be perched on green trees someday, relaxing with no regards

Availing my aim seemed unlikely, rejection broke my heart to shards

Headed to washington square park to heal myself and make amends

Heard cheers from kids to soap bubbles in the park, sporting sunguards

Watching fountain water drop to rhythm, musicians tuning to be diehards

Uplifted but wondered if point of the interview was missed by leaderboards

Asking a bird with wings to skate is like asking a fish to fly by leaps and bounds

Judging talent aptly is a skill to be acquired and must strike the right chords!!

By Pria Bollepally