The feather is flying in the sky so high

Does not know whether belongs to the birds who cry.

Across the world, it moves from zero to infinity

Unaware of the grooves and their desired destination. 

"Goodbye!" it said to the passerby along,

Never thought it would travel so long.

Travelling the oceans in the sky so high

Seems like the garden of blue grass

Below and bright.

Jealous! I am from the feather in the air,

Doing a world tour without a ticket and fare.

Wondering how far is the feather's Destiny.

I am praying in the car for its sake and eternity.

                                                   -Vrukshani Channe