Uneven round
Stink of
green algae
Silence,
warm breath
As I sit on
the flower bed
Which pours
beside the pond
Far from
the rest
Croak of
that slimy green
Crickets
sing, hidden, unseen
Wet mud
underneath
Creamy moon
and breeze
Making
life, enough to freeze…
Far from
the rest, far in the east…
The pond of
delight
A vagrant’s
retreat
Who comes
to life
Like an
autumn leaf
To fall on
the water
Stagnant
and green
A treasure
serene
Far from
the rest,
A pond so
much mine
As less I
am of myself!
~ Kripa Sarkar
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