The feather country

Sitting by the window on the train, mind white.

Restlessness on the bench, people making a fuss,

Makes you wonder about people's insight.

Stations keep passing; the struggle never does.

You look out of the window to see a flash, 

Filling the void ; a state of calm suspended chaos.

Probably in all likelihood, followed by a bash.

Seems like the world entertains in pathos.

Thoughts shifting towards the stage setup in the state,

tumultuous everywhere, centre, the front and the left.

People's crystal reflects nothing but the ultimate fate.

The surprising haplessness of a country so deft.

Hassling over the power with no responsibility to claim,

Leaving the girl in the shadows to shed a bloody tear.

Important matters of  divide and different state name,

will always push the trivial matters of common man to rear.

Once the glorious crown jewel of a united nation,

lies crawling at the dusty feet of the united dead.

Trains of different colors all leave the same station,

Never aware of the crossing tracks ahead, stained in red.

 Indomitable spirits crushed by dark cloudy weather,

Lights going out, future diminishing slowly in dark.

Wait ! A slight ripple. Something glows. A shiny feather.

Flying in defiance of everything, is an ignorant lark.

It's gaze holds a inspiring story of regaining lost hope.

Shedding its plume nonchalantly as a life-giving beacon,

the fire extends what seemed to be the end of the rope.

Bonds shattered will one day definitely deepen.

Shades on the feather as distinct as they appear,

blend in as one as it was their divine call.

This country, with all it's shades forming a bond very rare,

maybe lean, perhaps reeling, will stand up after every fall.