Etc 20 Poem by shuvo chakraborty

Feather floats in air,
Crossing the yellowish mustard field
Ups its white hairs in speeding wind.
Slyly passing the sun facing pond
With bright looking tail black
Swindles over the slim stream
And ups over the mill,
Mingled with smoky reams.

Bird knows the feather is lost
And tossed its tiny head towards the haven
Sitting uneasy over the fragile branch.
Before taking off the next flight
Bending downward slight
Adds the vapour of morning dews on eyes.
Its moist look inks no tear on cold cheeks
Since all dews are wax of feather.