The Floating Feather

Buffeted by the breeze I flit and float

Going where the next gust takes me

I seek nothing; want nothing

Happy wherever, whenever

Neither am I anxious

Nor am I envious

I accept what the elements offer

Devoid of any desire

Now I reside on a high branch

Now I ride a swift brook

Till the storm picks me up

Into the heavens I lightly rise

The monsoons deposit me on a roof

Where I lay bathing in the warmth of the Sun

Till a little curious one enchanted by me

Transformed into a poet and a quill I became

Many, the poems through me were written

Ideas galore, many were smitten

To let life take you through its many alleys

While in uncaring liberty; is bliss.

--- Gnaneshwar Pettukola

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