Antipodes Of A Floating Feather

Like an infant gently handed
from one maiden to another,
slow and soft it descends,
soothing every eye that sees.

White and soft and silent;
A young Buddha in flight;
A virgin slice of paper:
A floating petal of Peace?

Minutes before, it dangled,
on a screaming dove's bod,
being severed and scattered
by a potent claw of a Hawk.

Torn, orphaned and banished;
An unknown child in coma;
A poem stripped of words:
A floating wound of War?

by Pradeep Dhavakumar

Comments (2)

10 for this lovely poem with nice metaphor.
A wonderful read, imagery outstanding.