One day, while travelling across the woods,
I saw a feather up in the sky.
I said to myself, "I am blessed to see it."
As the wind blew in its rhythm,
The feather neared the earth and
It landed on my palm.
I gazed it keenly,
Touching it gently I held it with care.
I turned it around and admired it,
I guessed it had a message for me.
With good faith, I kept it in my diary,
For fear it might get lost.
As I saw it each day,
I became fond of it.
There arose again a fear in me,
That I might lose the feather.
So I deposited it in the bank of my heart;
Before it could get lost.
The feather remained in the bank thence.
I tried to imagine,
Which bird had dropped its lovely feather?
To know that, I visited the woods daily,
And to my surprise, I found the bird.
For it had left a clue in its feather.
And thus through the feather,
I traced the bird.
I was thrilled to know the bird.
It looked so nice and cute to my eyes.
Once having a glimpse of it,
My heart, all the more pined to see
The lovely bird over and over again.
For fear of losing a sight of the bird
I treasured it in my Heart.
For I know, heart is a storehouse
With strongly built walls.
No moth can ever destroy it,
Nor any thief can steal it away.
At times I am amazed,
How I sighted the bird
Through a flying feather.
The bird may either take another flight
To some distant isles,
Or it may stay with me till the end,
However it cannot fly away from my heart,
For I have treasured it.
If the bird takes another voyage
One thing is clear, it can't leave me alone.
For I have inscribed it in my memory,
With an indelible ink.
At death, I may only set apart in body,
But never in spirit...
Alwed Ekka
Guide Coach Mentor
