lake

this side of lake is colors in evening
of hordes of birds around the rocks
rocks are their colors, birds’ colors
paddling and resting before paddling
flying away from them,and to them
the ripple is colors of spinning sky
tree shadows , green on blue, black
and dense in the core, gray to ring

rocks are birds flying low in the sky
the sky is lake ,white as cotton cloud
lake silent in tree like summer sky
tree is stuck in the blue sky of lake
lake is left holding the baby of tree
the rocks paddle , fly away as birds
low flying birds of sky around birds
of white hovering on trembling lake
the lake trembles in blue of the sky

On the other lake is an orange fruit
trapped in the distant birds of rocks
its skin peeled away as sheet of gold
its birds fly from rocks to apartments
the houses fall into a trembling lake
lake left holding the baby of houses.

rocks rest and fly to the other rocks
birds paddle to rocks that do not fly
they fly in lake that has turned sky
the sky is now trembling in the lake
the sky is eating up the orange fruit.

(Ambhir lake, near which we live,is now alive with hordes of new birds that have flown in from somewhere this season)

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