Natural and domestic

When bad things accumulate on mind one can't approve which is the real ( Mohammad Ahmad )

Natural and domestic

As a pigeon walks at dooryard
Stripped out of both chest and wings
Came nearer being to much social
Speeding her paces, however, she likes
And the hunter enough was glancing her
In gloomily day she was absent
And the hunter loses his last chance
Where turn around there natural birds
While a domestic not so much breeds
And hardly a natural can be caged
Therefore, I ought to breed the natural
But our life is far away of that ancestors
When their stories are something of heroism
And for that reason I captured my hand
Not to move up my eyes for natural again

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Natural and domestic