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Rated: E · Poetry · Drama · #2148575
A feather speaks of its plight having fallen from the mother bird
Lament of a Fallen Feather

Alas, What a fate has befallen me!

Stuck among the dying leaves
And the swaying branches,
I keep sighing,
Looking at the sky
And the countless birds,

I once flew with my mother
And with my siblings,
I was the oldest
And to this day I know not
How I fell off,

Now orphaned and flightless
I am tossed hither and thither,

I envy my happy siblings
Who still cling
To the lithe bodies
Of the soaring parents
And enjoy aerial delights;

Lo! Here I’m,
Tossed hither and thither
By the whimsical winds,

Caught by the hands
Of tiny howling kids
And whooshed up in the air
By their playful mouths,

Alas! I am an orphan
With no home nor hearth;
A plaything in the hands
Of whimsical elements
With a future bleak
And a life of grief.

Raghav R
9 Feb, 2018

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