The Ballad Of A Lost Feather Poem by Munia Khan

The Ballad Of A Lost Feather



From an unknown place it came through
Perhaps from nearby woods
along with the sudden south breeze
to touch the earthly goods

It came not from a flightless bird
but from a bird that soared
as high above as it could be
Its feather was ignored

It was freed from the bird’s body
It was fallen but fresh
Dull olive green with pale red shades
Not as red as man’s flesh

Colours created or altered
Feather remained the same
innocent enough to drift by
With no life it was tame

But it kept on drifting away
feeling a little ill
its colour allured all senses
to be a feather still

It stopped by when the cool breeze slowed
Under an old oak tree
And asked him if he knew the bird
that cared to set it free

The old tree answered- “That Bird’s dead”
Pain struck the feather’s will
And suddenly it just wanted
To be a poet’s quill”

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Munia Khan

Munia Khan

Dhaka. Bangladesh
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