A five-star hotel is here
nearby the over-bridge
a centre of attraction for tourists
with all privileges and opulence.

Black pigeons on the roof of it
and their flying in circle
attracts them to get a room in it.

The hotel grins at the temple nearby
that the pigeons have left the shrine
a few years back, and have resorted
on its magnificent open roof.

The temple is reticent
though it knows well
that tourists come to see it,
not for the hotel to lodge in.

But the black pigeons,
the divine messengers,
why they leave the shrine
which had been their nest
for generations at a time?

Comes the reply: No place is there
in the city of rational animals
for the celestial messengers
to be inhabited in a dwindling temple.

Stones from the temple are used
for the foundations of the hotel.
So come the pigeons to dwell
on the roof of the hotel
in the polluted surroundings.