Pink Feather

 When all doors are locked

and my mind is blocked

The Morning air

 feels my hair

One little cloud

Away from the crowd

in this weather

floats like a pink feather

from gigantic flamingo

And

my soul peeks through

the glass window

To find

The red rim of the Sun

pushing itself over the clouds

Just like a sweater, 

my grandmother has spun

Sun shines on every one

Not leaving any one

Sun is on a strange purpose

Than all of us

I feel low on emotions

with my petty ambitions

I feel so small

with strivings so tall

in the grand presence

of the elemental forces

of the Nature that reinforces

my belief in the Balance

When all doors are locked

and my mind is blocked

The Morning air

 feels my hair

One little cloud

Away from the crowd

in this weather

floats like a pink feather

from gigantic flamingo

And

my soul peeks through

the glass window

© Priya Jain