Green mirrors they are <br />cool and fresh and pure <br />azure sky peeps into them <br />arrowing storks dip into; <br /> <br />Ripples are their expressions <br />modestly they wriggle within <br />when breeze touches their virgin lips <br />shivers run down their circling tips. <br /> <br />Ponds are a beauty, rare beauty <br />the tiny fishes schooling round <br />king fishers meditating around <br />the nostalgia they swell abound. <br /> <br />Clad by fauna of greenery <br />pebbled deep with velvetty moss beds <br />ponds speak out legends of love <br />modest witnesses of moon lit passions. <br /> <br />They storm lusts and lightning urges <br />they echo the world of birds in love <br />secretly lap the beauties of nature <br />treasure sweet rains from every monsoon <br /> <br />Ponds are brides of many lovers <br />skies and clouds and birds and breeze <br />all tempt her girlish chuckles <br /> <br />Through the binocular green looks <br />she says stories <br />of birds mated, egging, breeding, cooing <br />the world of love that swarms around <br />the cool cool pond love whispering fond <br />deeply lost and drowned in its well <br />are wandering hearts full of wet memories.<br /><br />lalitha iyer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-ponding-love/
