A Feather Gift. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

I felt it as a precious gift
Kept it as a valuable gift
Somewhere in the book pages it laid
Somewhere in my reading room to find
I felt it as a beautiful prize
I took it as a pride to keep
Somewhere in my bookshelf it laid
Sometimes I took and looked with happiness
It was a peacock's feather I got
And kept it as a wonderful gift
Someone give to me as a matter of pride
I looked as if I am gifted with live peacock.