It was a Beautiful Feather which was a boon.....
Had many different shades of colour,
And no sign of darkness to bloom....

Had powers heal the wound,
So peaceful to see it around.....

It was only thing which made her delighted.
It was the only thing she could see without being frightened.....

It was so precious to her,
that for love,
She never got her vision blur ...

As I said ,It was beautifully shaded
but One day It was all faded..

It will be beautiful
As long as we remember it They say.....
who can Forget a Feather of Memories
which had a lot of happiness I say..

Little did She knew ,
It was going to fade away,
Once the wind of darkness on her
would blew...

It could just easily erase,
It was just a temporarily painted
who knew she could be deceived by such colours of hatred........

Now,
They call it as Feather of Darkness ,,
Which is all pale and dark,
And so she Is....
Feather and her both are waiting for an artist,
who will paint it with permanent colours of love and great bliss........
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