The white feather.

There it was, Floating in the air, A bright white feather. Trying to dissolve with the white clouds. I observe it very keenly through my window. Oh, it almost got trapped in that branch. A kid runs after it, ending with empty hands. Outweighing this world it ascends higher. As if it's purpose is to outrun the skyscraper. Banging my window, here comes the rain. On the ground, the feather crashes with great pain. Next morning, I climb up to the terrace. There is a sweetness in the air, Of the flowers from a faraway place. There it was, Feathers scattered all over the place. Probably a cat found it's solace. And I hope that at least a feather made it to the clouds.