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Feather

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by deepakpattanayak

by deepakpattanayak

Standing behind the heaps of gift,someone left,a single feather,as a gift..

Crowd laughed as the King on throne talked about his dreams,vision,

Cheers of celebration,praises of faces,hidden cruelities behind the gentle appearances..

And there,a single feather, multicoloured fell,at his feet..

Before he could even see,someone took it away,eyes holding indifference,

In the dustbin, alongwith the empty plates lay the crumbled feather..

Picking it up,in her hands,she laughed as foot steps approached..

His protectors were there,to question her action..

So she left,again watching from afar,his glory