Pigeons on my terrace
You have no terrace of your own
Yet to you all the terraces belong
The sky you don’t own
Still you fly like a don!
I am jealous of your riches
I just own a terrace
Barter please with me your skies
for my palace!
God’s messenger
or nature’s magic
I don’t know who you are
I am sure though
you don’t belong
to this world ajar!