Fascinated by the feather, I touched it
Waves of fear shook me
A strange figure greeted me:
“Welcome to the land of sorcery
Watch from a distance
You are a part of this world.”
I tried to follow my first instinct
“Run,” my mind shrieked
But embedded to the ground
I couldn’t lift my foot
Dry leaves danced around me
With weird whispers.
A mute spectator, a one-eyed stone
I sit and watch the people
Who visit every week
With offerings of fruit and gold
They return every fortnight
Eyes gleaming with hope
Only I know the crater
That collects all the booty.
I can’t hear the laughter and the ridicule
My ears have been sullied
Faith has strange sensations
It refuses to see reason.
© Balroop Singh
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