A pigeon was sitting,

At the boundary of my roof.

He was looking at me,

In very disguised mood.

I don’t know what,

He was thinking about me.

I don’t know at last,

Why he was looking at me?

He pulled his one leg,

And again looking at me.

He started teasing me,

Was not frightened me.

Then again he sits,

By folding his both legs.

And turned his face,

To another place.

But suddenly windblown,

In a mysterious way.

Don’t know what he observed,

And he flew far away.

“Why he was looking at me?

And why he was keeping tease me?

Is there any other chapter of life,

That he was trying to teach me?”