At the opposite coast of age,
Amidst the tides of emotions,
Thou speak I understand.

I am the feather,
In thou benevolent palm,
Getting along with weather
Brooding to transform better.

Aloof we are in the game of norms
With the warmth in all forms.
Your hand across me,
Is the strength to never plea.

Each you carve a new feather,
To my tiny wings,
With emotions of love, colours of solidarity and strength of confidence.






© Amrita Chandan