She is still and unstirred,
Until a fish of pond comes in-
-and trasforms her stillness;
She stares at the fish of pond-
And accomodates the little fish;
Only until she obeys her whims-
-her whims of the lake legacy,
Her fantasies of the lake tales,
The fish-the little fish who loves the lake as she loves her pond-
-got worried at the lake’s set of rules;
“Oops! I did not help keep the lake clean today!”
“Why don’t you clean the water by the way!”
“Oh mother lake! Sorry! I will do it tomorrow...”
“You can not keep my lake legacy as me”
“Oh mother dear! I will try...”
“Huh!”
But our little fish is good at will,
She is working hard as people do in a mill;
And our little fish is good enough to keep the lake water still,
-Still like it used to be- unstirred like it will be.
24th April 2020
