Roaming in this foggy night over the roof,
My sight falls upon my known pigeon,
Tonight again standing aloof.

But a few days back, happily loitering,
Gutur-gu, Gutur-gu, merrily chattering,
He, with his beloved companion, his only ONE,
Discussing all the day's hardships and moments of fun.

With She, his morning began,
With She, he was a child not a man.
To She, he surrendered all his life,
To She, he accepted as his wife.

At every dusk they sat together,
Never have I saw them leaving eachother's feather.

But today again, he was sitting alone,
No gutur-gu, hinting that his smile has gone.
Now, he remains silent throughout the time,
As if...