Pigeon spread its wings for you and me to fly,
Skimming across the tops of our childhood,
And soaring effortlessly above our adulthood,
We held each others hands, we didn’t hesitate to try
Going down below horizon, and flying very high
Staring at each other‘s eyes put us in an amiable mood,
Stroking lovingly my cheeks made me feel good,
Telling you how much you mean to me preceded a deep sigh;
My love bloomed; my feelings flourished, my fear withered,
The pigeon skimmed over the ground, I knew the time was nigh:
You reached my frozen hand, in a while I dithered,
Then I followed my heart and pave my path to happiness,
You held me tight and my life had been beautifully weathered
With love, joy, passion, dottiness and cheerfulness.

Stand up and be counted for your sinful crime,
Bleed for those hearts that you buried alive,
In tears, clean up your misdeeds for the first and last time.

You suck their souls which are not in your prime,
Whom on their cries rhythm you enjoy to jive
Stand up and be counted for your sinful crime.

You perform all your gruesome scenes in mime,
You salute your arrogance and in your victory you dive,
In tears, clean up you misdeeds for the first and last time.

They cried foul, yet their cries were nickel and dime,
From their pains, your satisfaction and pleasure derive,
Stand up and be counted for your sinful crime.

Their moans echoed round horizon with the bells’ chime,
Heartless soul, the bestiality and crime are rooted in your life,
In tears, clean up your misdeeds for the first and last time.

How could you live with hands caked with blood and grime?
We all knelt, praying god for the day of justice to arrive,
Stand up and be counted for your sinful crime,
In tears, clean up your misdeeds for the first and last time.

Snowbell, Snowbell, in full bloom,
In the warmest corner at my home,
Stand still throughout the year,
Witness my strength and my fear.

With passion, I admire your purity,
With veneration, I salute your modesty;
From which Royal family you ascent?
Why you keep silent while all rant?

for all plants you bow, why you do so?
While you are the highest and they are low?
And when thy whiteness brightens through darkness
What god-given beauty? & what splendid brightness?

What the sun? What a star?
You are the shiniest by far;
What purity? What saintly attitude?
A humble bow as a token of gratitude.

When clouds veil sun’s light
You pull yourself together tight,
Wind can’t shake your stability,
While the breeze nourishes you fragility.

Snowbell, Snowbell, in full bloom,
In the warmest corner at my home,
Stand still throughout the year,
Witness my strength and my fear.

We stand in that lofty vantage, you and I could see that man,
The man who waters proudly his acre of land with his sweat and endearment.
We could hear his words which are brimful with pride and assurance.
He raises his head aloft when he tells the whole world how much he struggled,
And how strong was he when he refused the tempting offer from his foe who wanted to buy the land.

Over there, we see a young couple,
Joy is dominating there hearts, and the smile is colonizing their facial expressions,
They are holding hands tightly, walking slowly side by side.
The young man bends over and rubs gently his wife’s belly. Making sure that their unborn baby is sharing with them their precious time.

You fingered my shoulder, pointing at a cute child
Who carries his school bag, he walks uneasily,
He passes by his best friend to accompany him,
Their innocent talk is all about how great the yesterday’s episode of cartoon was.

A noisy loud sound is ruining the calm atmosphere,
That noise is getting close; we felt the vibration under our feet, and shout “look there!”
Tank is heading towards the honourable man’s land… he doesn’t move… he faces the tank to protect his land,

The clamour of our voices does not draw his attention… we yell, we shout… yet all in vain.
The tank steps on the poor man, and for the last he waters his land with his own blood.
We cry yet in a second we wipe our tears, it’s a horrible accident… is all what we say.

Wait, where is that young couple, we move our eyes right and left,
Here are they… happy, smiling, holding hands and sinking in their own lake of blood.
They are lying side by side; as they promised since the first time that they will always be together till death tears them apart.

Yet, they didn’t know that this day is coming soon and their unborn baby won’t be able to see the sun of the world.
The bullet of the enemy destroys their dream of having their own family as they wished for.
You and I burst in tears, we can’t take it anymore, we think of the children in their way to school, we panicked…
We look for them, they are there… but it’s too late!

The stonehearted soldier murders the children who plead for mercy till they breathe their last.
Their dreams collapse, one of them wanted to be a doctor to heal his injured dad, and the other wanted to be soldier to defend his holy land.
But you and I are going to keep our hands out of it, simply because we don’t have the sense of belonging.

Lingeringly, the birds flew away.

I had been watching

On the grassy hummock

Birds were flying cheerfully

To where home is… and I

Kept watching.

Close-by, the river rages,

Then I’m carted

By the warm breeze that

Blows.

Surfing on the waves of nostalgia

Turns to be risky and safe.

Life does not give me hope.

Distance does not expunge

The faces

Which if the time carried them away

They would set all the clocks off.

Lingeringly, the birds flew away.

The body lied on the hummock,

Is no longer mine,

The birds have taken it, but

Are they sure of my destination?

I’m heading south, north, east and west

Just give me back my body

My soul will cover all directions.

Here, I was taught but I cannot teach

That life tears us apart.

This Flock of birds will give me wings

To fly.

Here, I was shown but I cannot show

My strength.

Among this Flock, I’ll look

For my mate,

Loneliness decayed my wings,

I cannot fly any more.

Lingeringly, the birds flew together.

Flew above me and I am

Like a hummock, not sure if

I’m a mountain or a hill.

Above my surface,

Grass,

Burrows,

Leafs,

Flowers,

Frogs,

Foot prints,

Rocks,

Sighs

And a tear for

The next friend who will come and watch.

Lingeringly, the birds flew away,

Flew above me

And I’m still watching.