lalitha iyer - A Ponding love

Green mirrors they are
cool and fresh and pure
azure sky peeps into them
arrowing storks dip into;

Ripples are their expressions
modestly they wriggle within
when breeze touches their virgin lips
shivers run down their circling tips.

Ponds are a beauty, rare beauty
the tiny fishes schooling round
king fishers meditating around
the nostalgia they swell abound.

Clad by fauna of greenery
pebbled deep with velvetty moss beds
ponds speak out legends of love
modest witnesses of moon lit passions.

They storm lusts and lightning urges
they echo the world of birds in love
secretly lap the beauties of nature
treasure sweet rains from every monsoon

Ponds are brides of many lovers
skies and clouds and birds and breeze
all tempt her girlish chuckles

Through the binocular green looks
she says stories
of birds mated, egging, breeding, cooing
the world of love that swarms around
the cool cool pond love whispering fond
deeply lost and drowned in its well
are wandering hearts full of wet memories.

lalitha iyer

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