At the unfolding of dawn,
I went up the roof top,
To ponder on a thing or two;
To let light flood my trouble soul,
Perhaps, brace up to face the day.
At the station where my heart succumbed to ease,
My eyes strayed at a bearing east.
Discovering I had disturbed a new couple in their love making,
I screamed, "oh my! How could I?"
How could I steal their moment?
How could I disturb their sacred peace?
They seemed happy on the roof top,
And made their home there,
With lot of love and contentment.
The husband immediately took to flight,
Not cowed, but perhaps to sort for bread,
I sat so calm, still watching.
But suddenly, greed sprung in my heart,
And I wanted his wife, I wanted her to be mine.
She was as stunning, more beautiful than a deer,
Her skin blended sharply with the rising sun,
And I saw some light spectrums in her eyes.
Right there, flushing with overwhelming lust,
I crafted a dubious plan.
To tiptoe close to her abode,
Then jump swiftly for a grab.
But I failed, and rather went home with a sweeping guilt;
For while I jumped, the damsel swiftly escaped my broadened palms,
And I accidentally crushed her only seed;
The reward of such a flamboyant love they brewed.
Just minutes latter, the scared damsel came to her senses,
Realizing the worth of what she left behind!
She landed on the nearest poll, awaiting my departure.
Oh! she was so patient,
But at a point she lost it and drew closer yet closer.
I stared into her eyes and I saw fears, anxiety,
I literally felt sorry!
I wish she knows I really am.
What on earth can I do!
But bear this greed's guilt.
_Story of a crushed pigeon egg._
