Doves will come and go - Saad

There i was,sitting in my room by my window,watching the world pass me by, and i thought,there was nuthin to live for i almost broke down and cryed.

cause sometimes i think "im crazy im crazy oh so crazy....y am i here,am i juss wastin my time?"

but then i seen a feather,and it flew hither n tither.....It flew and i chased it,

thinkin i finally had a quest and life was'nt so wasted.

It flew to the hall and below the couch,

chasin it there i banged my head and went "ouch"...

finally despaired I,and my shoulders slouched,

looking wearily at the feather that crouched...

outta the window and into the air.... and it flew by the most beautiful dove that was'nt fair.

The feather was forgotten and all i could see was the brown dove,

I was going crazy,insane n stupid...guess i was in love.

I was shocked as my back sprouted wings,

The dove juss looks back at me and sings,

but not wid love,juss a sweet tune that juss rhymes...

winds and unwinds and climbs....captures,rests and infests in my mind.

I have this stupid smile on my face,

and i fly up high,in da clouds into a whole new place...

She plays wid me from summer to winter, and i forget food,family n friend,

coz in my life twas a begining of a new trend.

We joke,dance n play from morn till night,

and im so lost in this afternoon delight...

I tell the dove of my feelings and ignoring my mind i speak the words of my heart,

And all of a sudden,the dove gets a start...

and den her expressions change from fright to shock,

her eyes turn round the clock....anti clock wise,

and then i can see a lil look of proudness (not) wise...

and then she says "we had joy,we had fun, n we had seasons in the sun...

but goodbye and sorry darl,u aint the one"

The icy coldness freezes tears of hates,

as the winter comes and the dove migrates...

and i wait n wait in my loneliness so lost,

thinking of wat price my foolish love had cost.

So there i sit once again staring out my window...

and yet once again flys by another feather,

it zooms hither and tither....

once again i chase, frm room to room and couch to couches,

once again,out of the window it crouches....

this time i see a dove so yellow,

and realize n say "so the feather is fate.... that cunning fellow".

The moral of the story is this my friends,

that love is a part of life's many trends...

so do fall in love and do follow the path that your heart may show,

If it dont work out,then remember...Doves will come n Doves will go.

BY Saad.Y.Merchant (i.e Me)