Saturday, 29 April 2017

Water bodies

My heart don’t flutter for the sight,
Of bubbles in the lagoon,
I am not swayed with the silvery simmering vapour,
My decision is to remain calm,
Unlike the barricaded water source,
Encircling the dam,
I prefer to walk alone in the concrete bridge,
The water source though less in quantity,
In summer
Blocked my route,
I swirl around the turbine wheel,
Expectantly waiting for the flood water,
To release my blocked source,
then,
To rush and flow in vast landscape,
With a promise to never look back,
With a pledge, enough is enough,
And I assume,
Route measuring the depth of life,
Still bears the essence of fairy tale.


1 comment:

  1. "Route measuring the depth of life,
    Still bears the essence of fairy tale" Good ending poetess.

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