Lotus

In the humidity of the sky
and the heat of the sun,
with the warmth of the water
and the touch of the fish,
Bunches  of PINK LotuS had bloomed


Pearls used to fall
from every petal of the soft lotus
The pond complained
that the winds blow very fast
in every sunset the flowers embraced the sky
they used to be very proud
 under the refuge of the earth

The flow of the pond changed
In a killer cold foggy evening
The mud froze like ice
In a moment,
the lotus clusters
became strangers for pond
Bunches,
which  were dancing
on the verge of ecstasy
became as silent as glass

This stoppage of time
started becoming painful
the wind that used to tell
stories of the beauty
of the blue pond here and there,
now started stinging
like the sting of a bee

This was a time
when the world
was bleeding from
a piece of a falling star
and its splinters
and sharp edges...