At the distant old lake <br />Your reflection wavers on wandering waves <br />In the limitless enmity of past <br />your eyebrows are arched in anticipation <br />as if raised by the pallid moon <br />the pure and sanguine jealousy <br />glides over the undulating water <br />cold breeze unveils the hidden spaces <br />draped with, you drown in fear <br />lest, reflection will him <br />already you withstand the departure <br />but the still lake, the pallid moon <br />you, the reflection <br />all is at rest a stone throwaway<br /><br />subodh pandey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/aks/
