Feathers...

This dawn I woke up early, uncommon, but not rare,

In a quest to find a feather, of a bird out in the bare.

I walked and went, on and on ,not a feather to be seen,

A kingdom of humans around me , where have all the birds been….

I glanced up the trees, tried to catch the chirps,

I even tried to trace them in the bushes and its suburbs.

Had walked a long way, but not a single feather in the stray…

Had all the birds really gone away ?

Just then, my eyes got affixed at a spot, my legs had to stop.. 

What lay ahead was a tragic loss.

The feather was found ,not one but many,

Yet my smile had changed to frown,

I had found the feather but the bird was gone....Facing the last of its dawn.

Under the warmth of the stangarian sun, the bird lay dead, in a pool of sand

by the road's lower part...

The sky above me was lively, but down here a world had fallen apart.

The woods were lovely, dark and deep, but not a single tear stood there to weep..

The bird's soul, it was long since gone..

The feathers were left back to mourn.

Was it nature or a merciless moron

Whom to blame and what to scorn..

My quest to find a feather was quenched and gone, 

Replacing it gushed in a thought ,furious and freshly born..

What is to live and what is to die,

What is to be done, and how far does one needs to fly,

What if death knocks before I am done

Would I be lost, or still a champion.

I choose not to think of sorrow or tomorrow,

I lived in the present, as there's no time to borrow.

This dawn I had woken up early, uncommon but not rare,

I was still alive, and was, much more aware...

- Shaivi Kant