Ripples Of Pond Poem by lalitha iyer

Painted by monsoon rain
are the waters green;
who will paint the pond's face
but the monsoon rain with mossy surface.
Green and clear
the beauty of pond is seductive
mirroring all the vibrations around
reflecting the blue sky
green leaves and full moon amply
I love of all the things she shows
her lovely ripples coupling and singling.

Ripple, the word is a beauty
triggered by hands unknown
hearts unthought of
messages unasked for
moods and stimuli- they appear and disappear
what a beauty, the ripple in the pond.
a drop from above the coconut leaves
the splash of king fisher that plunges to fashion
and licks of air that dries it commotion
the swimming tortoises
the swam of fishes
every little being ripples cause
pond, like a woman's heart ripples because.

Ripple, the music jingles like bangles
watch the ripples come again and again
I love the concentric circles
the way they spread to distant corners
how emotions are sent through e-mails
and how thoughts are carried by telepathic trails
the physics and chemistry are all nature's bounty
the longitudinal wavelets,
giggles of kids happy and wild
born of touch of airy fairies blind
they loose their path and waters guide
Pond to me is a panorama of life
not for the birds and lives that throng its shore
not for the watery lives within it stores
but for the magnanimity it resounds
capturing every life and beauty around
how it appears like a repertoire of classics
of biodiversity that surrounds
I feel there is life in those waters
waters that speak out in tongues of ripples
some day, some time, may be if I ask some question silly
she may ripple the reply out to me to tell it
to children who sleep in concrete indoors
and make them wake up to her secret stores.