I woke up to a beautiful sight,
Enjoying the warm morning light,
Gave a longing glance through my glass windows,
And drank in the sunrise lounging about the meadows.

Graced by the warmth of the rising sun,
Felt my worries turning into none,
Smiling through my window pane,
The troubled me felt inane.

Landing eyes on my window sill,
Heard two voices whisper when I stood still,
‘You don’t understand me.’, said one,
‘I do.’, said the other voice undone.

‘No, you don’t.’ said the first with conviction,
Then a minute of silence passed in prediction,
‘Why can’t you see it? I have always loved you.’,
A meek and anxious voice answered in cue.

‘If you love me, then why did you do it?’,
Asked the painful voice ready to quit,
'You can’t understand’, was the last thing heard,
Before I heard a loud thud.

Trying to eavesdrop, I had moved closer,
And had left my hand to become the pot’s aggressor,
Looked out the window, hoping to see the persons,
But only saw the flapping wings of two pigeons.

They flew away hearing the loud clang,
And I stopped searching when my doorbell rang,
And ran downstairs to open the door,
And found nobody but a letter on my floor.

I opened the letter and started to read,
It told me some advice that I had to heed,
The writer had sent me an appeal,
What I heard today, I had to conceal.

Confused and surprised I went outside,
And looked around to bring them out of hide,
My efforts futile, I sighed and looked at the sky,
I saw the same white pigeons on my roof bidding me goodbye.

This is not a poem on a real story but rather is based on a fantasy. The poem starts with the author waking up to the sunrise and enjoying the beautiful view. She then hears some whispers and starts to eavesdrop on a conversation. She believes it to be a conversation between two people and the poem slowly reveals the suspense about the people to which the voices belonged to. Unaware of her surroundings, she breaks her pot which causes the conversation to cease. She is upset as she wasn’t able to hear the whole conversation and then decides to look out of her window to at least see the two people who were talking. Surprisingly, she finds no one but two pigeons near her window sill flapping their wings ready to take off. They had been scared by the noise of the breaking pot. While she is continuing her search, her doorbell rings and she goes downstairs to find nobody but a letter lying on the floor at her door. After, she reads the letter which talks about how she needed to keep the conversation she heard a secret, she is surprised and becomes more confused. While she walks out of her house to find anyone, she sees the same two white pigeons sitting on her roof and looking as if they are saying her a goodbye. And then poem ends with them flying away. But we are left with a few questions. Was the conversation that the author heard between two people or two birds? Are those two birds magical creatures who could talk like humans or was the author a person who was able to understand their language? Was, the letter actually written by people or those birds? But, if those were people, then the author didn’t hear any important in the conversation. So, what was the writer of the letter actually telling to keep a secret? The conversation or them?
© jas