The Eliminated Feather
Off the shell, I turned out with a bare body,
No past and neither was my destination moulded to be a prodigy.
In a questionably secure nest, I belonged to certain strangers,
Who were to teach me to fly and explain that in the sky there could be a danger.
Each feather they lavishly chose to tuck on me to cover my exteriors,
Until the iridescent sky decayed the old for me to choose my new feathers.
Not by some wise selection did I pick some sketchy soft covers,
But whatsoever I had taken, helped me fly higher than my nevers.
Not the best, as I said, were some of my self chosen feathers,
Keeping it attached when it was aching, was now entangling me in tethers.
Lacking the heart to break through the pain and the suffering,
I chirped in misery as my wings ached with barbs like feathering.
Yet to pull out the barb, I preferred to fly out of the emotional nest,
So attached it was, that eliminated feather,
I left behind for my best.
~Agamya Verma
