Woke with
And still
-the feathers rise and fall
-with breeze, wind and walk
-of people; passing by…
Feathers are
-like bushes in desert
-but rooted in asphalt.
What is now dancing fan,
-or simple part of road
-once belonged to pigeon
-to help bird roam around.
Hungry for a seed
-or crumb or something
-to fill its stomach,
-bird took off and landed
-right where life came to end.
Driver didn't care
-that had an accident!
Hit and ran…
-no fear of ticket!
Then drove vehicles;
-cars, trucks or others
-over what was figure
-in sky
-on ground
-or balanced on cable…
- (now, smashed, flattened!)
The flesh, bone, blood
-soon vanished as if none!
Just feathers have remained
-and they need few days
-to be gone forever;
-I felt the church's bell!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Feathers rise and fall with amazing tactics. You have amazingly observed everything. This poem is very brilliantly penned...10
Thank you very much and it is kind of you.