The wind had brought a whiff
of schwarmerei from the past,
Dust had obscured the view of
my journey till the last,
The boat was rocking in the
turbulence of life with nowhere to anchor,
The never-ending roads like a
Matryoshka led to the solitary Preacher,
A white feather from nowhere
lay on the edifice of rationality,
And tried to decimate the
pains of emotional instability.
I could hear the feather
trying to say something,
Diapasons of happy voices
echoed out of nothing,
The feather while in motion
appeared so self-consciously solemn,
I stood and gazed in amazement
at the genesis of eternity’s realm.
Radiance from the feather
lights up the alley, the wind in its flight clears up the dust,
Happy voices were talking to
me, telling me the story of a future gone past,
The lightness of the feather
gave me the strength to weigh anchor,
The Preacher in this world
of brevity finally became the Sinner … 
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