I went to the lake

To drown all the poems

I had written for him.

The unblinking moon

Looked at me with eyes open wide.

Like mystic Rumi, plunged in thoughts,

Sensations sublime all dead

And not a memory left,

I looked at the ripples

Moving with grace of the peacocks.

They refused to wet the poems

And allow the ink to blend

In the waters crystal clear.

I showed my broken wings of love

And they cried with me.

Finally, I immersed the poems

And saw them swimming like ducks

In the beautiful lake, the ink untouched.

The next day, I went to look for my poems.

To my surprise, I saw the lake frozen.

I cried like a child.

pramila khadun

6 thoughts on “I went to the lake”

Santosh January 20, 2017 at 6:17 am

So poignant .

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pramila khadun January 20, 2017 at 10:43 am

Thanks dear Santosh for this lovely comment

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VijayNair January 20, 2017 at 3:06 pm

A marvelous , touching, surrealistic poem.

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pramilakhadun Post authorFebruary 1, 2017 at 7:33 am

Thanks dear Vijay for this mind blowing comment.

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tapeshwar February 1, 2017 at 4:13 pm

No words … just speechless … the frozen lake!

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pramilakhadun Post authorFebruary 2, 2017 at 8:12 am

Thanks dear Tapeshwar for this mind blowing comment.

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