The Feather Poem by Koushik Goswami

A bird in soaring flight just lost a feather,
She watched it getting away from her.

The feather was falling to earth slowly,
Floating, whirling and dancing gaily.

Once it would be here and next it would be gone,
Cuddled with such cosiness in the wind's bosom.

It was getting hard to keep up with the feather,
As if it had its own mood, (as if) never was part of her.

White with little shades of brown, such was its colour,
It looked as if it was made of cloudy pallor.

She never observed it when it was on her,
The beauty and the grace of the liberated feather.

Finally after a long descent,
The feather rested on a rosewood stem.

The bird gave the feather one final look,
And, amazed in mind, away to the skies she took.