THE LAKE

        THE  LAKE

I am the lake silent and deep
O traveler I wait for you
To quench your thirst, to cool your brow
With greetings of good wishes true

At sunrise I am golden yellow
At midday my waters burn
Scarlet gown at sunset I adorn
Slowly nightwards as I turn

The moon looks down upon my bosom
The  stars like thousand eyes
My rippling waters ebb and tide
Waiting  for the sun to rise

As mother earth hugs to her breast
Lives so royal and tall
I  gather  the petals and leaves with love
As gently with breeze they fall.
                                                                   

As  seasons change the fate for the world
My head gets crowned with snow
The spring and summer bring green life again
And autumn, the golden glow

O traveler, won't u come to me?
To behold my bubbling smiles
I’ll put your tired feet to rest
For you have walked for many miles

I weave the gold of sun in my hair
I glance up through my veil
In eternal wait, O weary traveler
For your tiny boat on sail

You come  O traveller, with a pensive mind
I soothe your ruffled hair
I spray your face with all my soul
And cherish you with tender care

                                                                         

The time has come to bid farewell
O traveller we now have to part
You whistle a note on your way homewards
And  I hold it close to my heart

I am the  lake, so soft and cool
I stay in hope for some
Tired and weary and a thirsty traveller
And  many more travelers to come.



Dr.  Sujata  Chatterjee
(Mou  Dutta)