Four Feathers


Tied at the four corners,
Knotted so tight,
Unable to disentangle,
Nauseated they feel,
The Four feathers.

Flowing tresses in the wind,
Blowing in the wondrous spring,
Balancing toes with the sing,
Spreading arms to enfold,
The moments to devour;
The seven stones and the pebbles talk,
The dodge ball and the baseball rock,
Splendor and glow hand in hand,
Feathers bathe in colors of awe,
Sunshine blinks at the ceaseless dreams,
Unfurling them with smile in eyes,
Each corner is a nest,
Woven with warmth and care,
Sacred with trust and faith,
Guarded with hawk eyed glare;

Shock has its last laugh,
Abuse and bruises smother them,
Lust wins, emotions scared,
Humiliation tightens the noose,
And belief crawls to death.

Parrot green shine and bright,
Trampled by despot blind,
Brutal rage although in vain,
Couldn’t chop feather’s length,
Corner is feather’s weak,
Strangulating though today it seems.

Shouting Red vents anger,
Fouling expletives in the corner,
Wronged and betrayed,
Troubled and dismayed,
Though eloquence remains and pride sustained.

Drunken bouts soiled the corner,
Apathy destroyed the romance,
Trust is broken,
Yellow is crestfallen.

Foolish is the White,
‘Cause day dreaming is the blight,
Knocked by killer blows,
Reality strikes,
Falling on the snow,
Numb is the mind,
For so long,
Then the summer song melts the ice,
And mind is free from maze of life.

A day dawns,
Cottony cloud and dewy fresh,
Swinging branches laden with grace,
Green flies adorning tears,
Red flies adorning painful layer,
Yellow flies adorning fear,
Mesmerized all they are;
When White sits on the nest,
Whistling them to her nest,
Offering them tea and coffee,
At times cupcakes and cookies,
Battered they feel no longer,
‘Cause Four feathers found their one corner.

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Arup Kulavi
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Beauty of life, well captured through an analogy. Great work.

asoke kumar mitra
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so nice write. beauty of life captured in a new form of imagery. keep on………beautiful write.

Aniket Nikhade
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I enjoyed reading your poem which is absorbing, interesting and definitely it has got a great deal of substance to it.

The entire thing was read and read again and again and I found layers and layers of what I can say is storytelling and narrative as part of the poem. For instance the lines given below:

Sunshine blinks at the ceaseless dreams,
Unfurling them with smile in eyes,
Each corner is a nest,
Woven with warmth and care,
Sacred with trust and faith,
Guarded with hawk eyed glare;

Shock has its last laugh,
Abuse and bruises smother them,
Lust wins, emotions scared,
Humiliation tightens the noose,
And belief crawls to death.

If you read the poem only with regards to be above lines the lines will sound familiar, but then they come at the right point in time in the poem.

The bottom line is that the transformation process is complete as far as the entire poem is concerned and the poem ends on the right note. Great work!!!! Brilliant!!!!!

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