If your feathers ever fall off

from your colourful plumage,

due to pricking

or pulling of your mane,

or because of harsh ill stricken ways,

don’t lose your heart…

let the fallen feathers find their way…

For you will have the new fresh ones..

growing sooner within days of sun and few drops of rain!


Let the feathers become strong 

and again magnificent to face a storm,

Fly back with the grace you own…

and the newly born courage! 


Make them the fierce fighters …

who can withstand any situation,

lashing back at the hands…

that lay on them even from unknown destinations,

Make them sharp and vibrant…

that everyone is struck with awe…

by seeing the beauty reflecting

and the fierceness

of the flying fledges…

along all the walls ,

that you come across! 





Often do we get hurt by piercing words,
some of which are hurled on by our closed ones,
a dagger or a sword can do nothing better,
what the few words of acrimony rips the soul shatter…
Does the being ever realise what the heart passes through,
dying , losing every moment after the shocking ensue,
harder and painful the time it faces,
after surrendering itself in the clutches of the debacle…
Strenously with audacity it gathers the courage,
to face again the world with same conscience,
self belief  and conviction give a helping hand,
the soul again  gets up fighting with valor and gallant…