I was strolling in my garden,
and I heard a tweet.
I looked around to what was spartan,
but there were a tiny pair of feet.
I looked at it up and down with wonder,
pristine beauty it was and standing with grace.
It was a dove standing between shrubs asunder,
it's feathers as white as a china vase.
It was looking at me with piercing eyes,
which made me feel invisible.
I could only reflect the boundless skies,
I was more than sure it wasn't despicable.
But what I saw blistered my heart,
it was a gash so deep.
No wonder how God made such a flawless piece of art,
now it was something I wanted to keep.
I slowly inched closer and closer,
careful not to scare.
I could smell shiuli flowers as it was October,
as I took the dove with gentleness and care.
I took it in my palms and smiled,
then held it close to my chest.
I noticed its wound was mild,
and cured it to my best.
Since that little dove came into my life,
I experienced the best moments of it.
Every day I used to see doves in the sky rife,
wondering if mine belonged with them before it got hit.
Since I found that bird,
I felt complete.
It looked like my prayers had been heard,
and when it felt hungry, it used to have a bowl full of wheat.
-Vidhi Sinha