The Pink Feather
The words seemed to be lost,
In the world around –
Few words wrapped in flowers-
Others lying on the ground.
On bed – lying was a pink feather,
With a note – “your friend forever”
Came a song from the mango grooves –
It was- cuckoo’s sound,
All the night – Only Few words,
Rest silence –
Hands in hands,
Pairs of eyes meeting.
Closing the eyelids-
A Kiss on forehead.
She whispers – Don’t worry
Everything will be fine.