Stray pigeons in a secret meeting on my window sill

I hear their cooing
And an older one whispers something seriously;
'This poor Bookworm reads all the day
And I realized that he is in insufficient funds.
If I could help him definitely I'll try to dropp him a golden nugget.'
Afterward I checked their dropping eagerly but nothing found.
Still it's a dilemma what I heard whether in a dream or reality?

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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