Guided by wind, I float afar
A mile away from my carcass
More the distance from tragedy
Blurrier the image of the crash
More the turbulence of the wind
Speed, a catalyst to my odyssey
All through my eternity I flew
Yet never free from the torso
Though unbound from mortality
The wind continues guiding me
Can I ever experience liberty?
Do I have an individuality?
Would I fail if left on my own?
In that case, with all honesty
Am I really winning this race?
My thoughts afloat as myself
Listening to my endless rant
Winds loosen up in dismayal
I fall freely, like a flip of coin
If I live, that’s where I need to be
If not, I take up the responsibility
No weight should I be carrying
No guardian should I be needing
Gopika Pramod
Journey of a detached feather from a dead bird wishing to live life on its own terms and be accountable for its actions.
A Soliloquy 
My pleasure
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Beautiful piece!
“Winds loosen up in dismayal
I fall freely, like a flip of coin
If I live, that’s where I need to be”
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Thankyou so much! 💕
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Yes, Thankyou so much! 😊😊
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Beautiful idea! A feather not weighed down by the parent body , by its karma , by any one’s expectations, trying to wriggle out of all shackles to establish an identity of its own …
Idea well presented
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