This shadowy pond, with water glass in mist of long years,
For me, image of two fishes reminds golden time of the past,
One dancing around other one, becoming of touching wave,
Sign of love, now sigh of poor mind that bears emptiness,
Over woes of reminiscence towards corner of my heart,
Blue hue picture with closed episode, endless search in bosom.
Last morning one bird came in there guided by UFO for surfing
On water, in the universe of loving zone, yet to know it,
I just make one thwarting mistake by pelting pebbles in wave,
Strong enough for waves not to hold that bird’s chirping of
Its loving bosom, it did not create pride to acquire its heart,
Paradise and justice are not stony pebbles in belief of love.