I feel my self always delicate
To express in harsh terms
Not only to the close friends
But also to other beings

Some say it as my weakness
Others term it as inefficiency
Whatever the position is
I continue my stance

Harsh words hurt the hearts
And try to spoil the amicability forever
Once hurt the heart always
Behaves similarly in any situation as injured specimen

Harshness some times pay dividends
And may yield desired results too
But once for all when the air turns hostile
It never misses an opportunity to dictate righteousness

Violence and blood shed are sure to injure pigeons
Who irrespective of time strives hard to eschew animosity
Let us respect pigeons as ambassadors of peace and tranquility
And pray the ALMIGHTY To bless them with needed strength