Plumage | Tanmay Raj Anand

I saw an origami lying white as bright as the plumage of a swan like three striking feathery knives, pecking at poor fishes’ lives.
It stood meditating in quiescence, in the water focused all it’s sense, survival is the essence.
A little shiver, and it’s chances wither.

Sundown reflecting in the liquid calm, the swan still silent in it’s psalm.

A set of fins swim by
The swan opens its eye
It bends and swoops
Completing life’s loop.

My imagery of an origami is done,
I wonder,
Why would it be left by anyone?
It’s soul carries art, pitiful it’s cast athwart.

Tanmay Raj Anand is a first year law student at Gujarat National Law University.

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