On a mild summer afternoon,
I stood on the balcony leaning on the railing.
As I looked around all the balconies in the apartment,
In the east side, in a gallery,
Two empty chairs lay amidst of the flower pots.
A few minutes later,
A feral pigeon sat in the chair,
And another pigeon flew into the balcony,
Landed in the chair.
Both looked around
Looked up, turned the neck sides.
One of the pigeons flew and sat on the other chair.
Two pigeons sat in the single chair
And gazed the trees, birds, and the realm.
A couple slide open the balcony,
Pigeons flew and sat on the railings.
Each wore a minimal dress,
Sat on the chair gazing the sky.
The blue sky with motionless patchy clouds,
A crow circled the sky leisurely,
They looked at the trees,
Spoke about all mundane things,
Looked around aimlessly,
Enjoyed the view, sun,
And tried luring pigeons.
Two pigeons flew away from the balcony
And sat on the faraway tree trunk.
As the moments passed,
Both the hearts spoke in the silence.
Once the pigeon flew away from the tree,
Couples moved into the house,
Contours of the love were
Visible from my balcony for eternity.