wish

hesitant,

perhaps a little shy

the little white feather

let go

to be swept up

and down

by gusts of wind

and sometimes

by the gentle breeze.

places and colours

came and went

and the little feather,

no longer hesitant

flitted

rippled

and moved and moved.

till

it changed course

and flew –

a little white bird

chirping,

“can’t keep a wish down

if you really own one”.

~trigunesh mukherjee~