Molting Bird by Neetu
June 26, 2024 by Neetu Malik in category Poet's Day by Neetu Malik tagged as Feathers, Neetu, open windows, silence
Molting Bird
It must have been
a stormy night
when love flew out the window
of my vacant room
like a feather
from a molting bird.
Strange that I cannot remember
thunder or wind—
no howling or moaning,
no crashing at all
just the lightness of my plumage
and a silence
knowing a fine new feather
shall take its place.
© Neetu Malik
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