The Pink Feather

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.