An endearing Dove would from early morn
Sing a series of soft, sublime ditties,
Comforting the needy and the forlorn
In remote communes and unfriendly cities.
Without expecting praises in return,
She would kindheartedly help her fellows.
Munificence being her sole concern,
Be it healing wounds or appeasing woes.
On beholding a heaven-bound shadow,
Soaring against the orange -tinted skies,
I was overwhelmed with angst and sorrow
That I could neither deny nor disguise.
With an utmost chagrin did I surmise
The empathetic Dove met her demise.
Author Bio:
Ahmed Mehdi is an EFL teacher from Sfax, Tunisia. He has been writing poetry as a hobby, including Shakespearean sonnets, for the last 16 years. He firmly believes that poetry is, to some extent, articulation and perception, but it is essentially, and above all, inspiration!
Sing a series of soft, sublime ditties,
Comforting the needy and the forlorn
In remote communes and unfriendly cities.
Without expecting praises in return,
She would kindheartedly help her fellows.
Munificence being her sole concern,
Be it healing wounds or appeasing woes.
On beholding a heaven-bound shadow,
Soaring against the orange -tinted skies,
I was overwhelmed with angst and sorrow
That I could neither deny nor disguise.
With an utmost chagrin did I surmise
The empathetic Dove met her demise.
Author Bio:
Ahmed Mehdi is an EFL teacher from Sfax, Tunisia. He has been writing poetry as a hobby, including Shakespearean sonnets, for the last 16 years. He firmly believes that poetry is, to some extent, articulation and perception, but it is essentially, and above all, inspiration!
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