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 Swiftly; 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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