The Talking Lake – Nithesh.S

Oh restless boatman! Stop thy oars

Don’t you annoy me

With thy senseless ripples

For I’ll swallow them,

Before they’ve made your point

 

Give it a break, Son

You’re not going anywhere

Your journey is within a stationary me

You can’t displace me

With your sticks and arrogance

 

You need respite

Have an eye for a reflection

It’s time for contemplation

I hide my depths beneath the images

I show you what you are

 

Don’t you dive into me

To discover my sins

For you’ll never return to your boat

Your journey will end

And your boat orphaned

 

I can be the hand that holds

Or the mouth that gulps

I am the evil force that rules

I am the merciful to the meek

The merciless to the ambitious

 

Oh restless boatman! Stop thy oars

Don’t you annoy me

With thy senseless ripples

For I’ll swallow them,

Before they’ve made your point