Placid deep, rapt in thoughts -
divine blue he looked,
as lily sat, folded hands
demurely in his lap.
August it was, now April -
blue turned blue, faint ‘n pale.
Then youthful insouciance,
now – widespread reedy lake.
So long it took me to learn
simple so, law of harmony,
Turned into a duckweed -
wished to be Water lily.
As season will turn, with
drizzle, lily will return.
By then, I wish to learn -
to be at peace with the world.
