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,
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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