In dark of the night,
Bereft of all might, and all light,
Got caged a poor little dove,
Within a Raven’s body; oh love!
A body adored, a soul abhorred.
‘Cruel Black Bird’, unjust done, now kind to none,
Vicious, Ferocious; it soared, it hollered; no sun,
So one �ne night, in lux of moon,
Strange a sight it behold; a boon,
at were to unstrung the strings.
BLACK
WHITE
RED
Two weary souls, cuddling in bliss,
Amidst this �ery abyss, no one else to miss,
No light through no crevice, still no blemish,
Hunted they were, yes; scared they were not,
For Bonds; For Sweet Kindred of Love above.
Gave the Raven’s eye a teardrop out,
e ground it clout,
And wounds to scars, steps to halts,
Flights to tumbles,
e Raven remould.
160
Jatin Chavda
3103, Batch 2014
Raven to Dove,
Now Ravens to Doves.