The Man and doves

     The Man and Doves

Crimson clouds in the sky

Chilling wind gush with sand

Sunflowers in the park

 Crowned golden pageant   

The mystifying man with a sack

Kept it down and claps.

I saw two white doves

Afar flapping their wings

Moving across the rooftops

In a short span of time

A flock of hundred came in the park

Black, white, brown and grey

An aesthetic pleasure to eyes

Doves landed around him.

Comfortably pecking birds,

Ascents and descent to him

Buddy buddy birds hops

And touches his hands

Seated on his shoulders

Seated on his caps

Wow! The wholeness

He shines in the bright sunlight

Stretched hands and smiles 

Sunbathing over the wings

Lovely dove’s kisses hugs

Cooing, whistling, and wags

Dawn endearing the feed of love

The mystifying man stood like an elm tree.