Walking By The Zurich Lake Poem by Procyon Mukherjee

I am walking on pebbles by the lake
When the white dove lands for a peck
And the air smells of January

Some sails are blowing
And the time is always ripe for a walk
To a life, not in trade

I look for settling dust on the streets
And find none, not even on parking spaces
And I remember an earlier deluge

The lake is silent barring the passing cars
And some chirping performer
Gets the act with admiring children

No one weeps, or misses a move
A promise, a hope lost, or an act of great loss,
Life takes a step, one or the other.