Homing Pigeons
From eggs they were hatched, homing pigeons they all are.
They were nurtured, and learned how to fly
Too a destiny meant for them, they wandered far
Some travelled far crossing the vast seven seas
Some stayed close to the nest where life was easy.
But all must come home
to roost one day.
And gladly be pecked and peck each other as they used to do.
But some have failed to come home as homing pigeons must be.
Some have lost feathers,
with broken wings and could no longer fly.
Some have mated in far places and stayed behind.
Some may have lost their way in this journey called life.
Some may have been sick, and others may have died.
Some homing pigeons are back to their nest.
Some, robust, with great achievements, their feathers shine bright.
Some, their white feathers sullied with struggles of life.
Some may have been defeathered by storms,
and were lost in the wild.
Some may have failed,
nursing a wounded pride.
Homing pigeons they all are, in spirit and in fact.
Like homing pigeons, we will all return one day
To our creator where this
great life all begun
With our dreams, our ambitions, done
Fly homing pigeons fly,
to our destiny's end.
Home at last!
