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At the lake..

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English Poetry

The sound of the drums beating on the rhythm,
Mixed with the quacks of the ducks in the lake,
Under the violet sky filled with artistic clouds and colors,
I stood in front of the wind swooping over the huge lake.

I wasn’t just standing, but already gone,
I was sometimes the reflection in the waves,
And sometimes the wind carried me to a place,
Where my petty worries were all long gone.

All of a sudden I found myself deep into the lake,
With all my memories buried in the treasures,
I could open some of the chests, but alas,
The others were far too deep for me to take.

I realized, some treasures would inevitably be lost..
And some treasures are meant to be found.
So, I decided to search for more treasures that lay in the future.
And I was back swaying on the drum beats and humming the song.

-Vijesh Bhute

2 Comments

  1. kusum says:

    Fine poem.Well expressed thoughts.Liked the ending on a note of hope rejoicing with ‘ drum beats’
    Kusum

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