The Dove Of Peace

At the heavenly gate
A dove waited
With a bruised heart
With a question in it’s mind

I was caged,
From time unknown
Until those hands
Set me free

I enjoyed
My new found freedom
Flying high, touching the sky
I Gave hopes to millions

I could see
Again, children played
And women smiled
With out being afraid

I could find
Hugs and kisses
The color for love
Everywhere

Until one day
He shot me down
His hands pulled the trigger
The very hands that set me free

The bullet pierced my heart
But I still wondered
Why did he release me?
Then, why did he give hopes

My bruised heart spoke
“What about the children?”
“What about the women?”
“What about the mankind?”

God, opened the gates
“Welcome my Dove of peace”, he said
And took me in to his arms
And cured my wound

“My questions?” I said
To which he kept Mum
But his eyes spoke
With streams of tears

“My Child”, he said
I am the supreme
I have created HIM
As my own replica

BUT, today I Fail
to understand my creation
I, myself seek answers to the questions
That you have in your mind.