In one of the recesses of my memory
I kept a peacock feather once without
showing it to anybody and in
my lonely moments
I used to open the recess and
got enchanted by its sight.
Days went by
weeks went by
months went by
years went by
and one day when
I accidentally opened the recess
to my shock and immense pain
I learned the feather was not there.
Disappointed and disillusioned
my sorrow knowing no limits
I turned back with tears in my eyes,
and
to my pleasant surprise and delight
I saw a peacock spreading its
wings and dancing.
I heard the sound of
drizzling outside the courtyards of
my memory.
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