A Dove Poem by Md. Ziaul Haque

A Dove



There goes the dove,
Flying freely above,
The ambitious trees,
Being glad about whatever it sees.

At times it moves like a rocket,
Yet it never does forget,
Its root, its home,
Even after a long roam.

The sky appears more beautiful because of dove,
A bird so shy like a bride, a bird we love.

Saturday, May 2, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: bird
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Md. Ziaul Haque

Md. Ziaul Haque

Sylhet, Bangladesh
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