amid applause <br />at inaugural ceremony <br />the chief guest let off <br />the white ladies <br />disfigured <br />wings torn <br />feathers strewn <br />but <br />they shied <br />stricken <br />hovered on <br />till the wind <br />swept...them <br />to freedom <br />or back home <br />to the pimp... <br />another freedom <br />another prison<br /><br />sreelekha premjit<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/white-doves-3/
