LIKE A FEATHER DRIPS

Alluring daylight has vanished
Sharp rays of dawn diminished
Like a feather drips from a falcon's flight.
Darkness drops from the wings of night.
I see the shades and shadows of a village
Sparkle through the walls of my cottage
And a feeling of sadness comes like mist
that my soul many times cannot resist
A feeling of melancholy and longing,
A thought of you as my own belonging
That is not yet kept and hidden in pain,
As the morning mist resembles the rain.
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI 
Image: Shweta Maurya, Bengaluru-India