I don’t flow like a river …
I don’t gush like stream …
I am not as vast as an ocean …
I am not as tall as a waterfall …
I don’t nourish the fields …
I stay between the limits …
I flourish by the rain …
I perish by the sun …
I ripple a little due to wind ...
Mythology elevates me …
But Man pollutes me …
I am stuck and stagnant
And not free flowing or vibrant …
Flock of ducks graze my surface …
Swarm of Fish swam through me …
When one of it jumped
A swift eagle preyed on it …
Amidst this violence
Crane doing a single leg penance …
All things life …
Yet I feel lifeless …
What am I ?
Why am I ?
While sulking in the dusk of despair
Sound came from the sky
“ It takes a long time
for ice to melt
to merge with the ocean …
For them action is life …
O ! Pond ,
Don’t Ponder any more ….
You reach me with a single rain …
you are not the life …
you are the reflection of life …
you are the one when all action ends …
Anantham …
Who sees you , will know themself ….
Who meditates in you , will know me
Don’t whine
You are Divine
“
After a period of silence
The Pond felt
aham shayanam asmi
Anantha Shayanam.
