Monday, April 14, 2008


We were standing

Near the French windows

Looking out

And this pigeon was

Pacing the parapet


She would peer over the edge

Bob her head up and down

Mutter something

Walk back

Agitated strides

Down the

Narrow length

Finally she flew away

Lasted for

Some five minutes

And to you and me

Watching it

Seemed like

It was being played out


And I said

Thank god

She decided not to

Kill herself

We both laughed

But for me

There was a

Poignancy there

How much we

project ourselves

on everything

around us

way we see things

need not be

the way they are

we have created a

human race

of multiple personalities

so we are not just six billion

no wonder

she’s losing patience

this earth