Feather Poem by SRIRANJI ARATISANKAR

Written my name on a multi-colourerd flying feather
The feather would be going to the flower village
The fearher would be going away drenching
The fearher would be going away bedaubing light and shadow
The feather would be going touching the ‘Kurubak spikes'
The feather would be going crossing the night-river..

The feather would be laid down on the morning-shore
for a few moments…
Then flying again piercing the Paradise-mortal world-inferno.
Then
Then
Then....