The Lakeside

Walking at the brink,

When my eyes did shrink

At a lake amidst the meadow

Stretched was my body's

shadow.

The hues of dusk

Carved textures on water

Seemed like ripe melon

And musk,

An immense stillness this

View catered.

A stone nearby ,I picked up

To satiate my anger,

It's meeting with the interface

Left the agony to last no longer.

The ripples around

Directed a music of tranquility

But soon the serrated surface

Dimmed into the shine of

Moon light.

Was my anger just like

The commotion,

Around the stone pelted

By a person unknown!!?

The moon winked at me

That anger never was meant

To be,

Poured it into the water,

The ripples dimmed into

The moon's altar.