Swans

by Shernaz Wadia

Saunter into this lush park.

In the middle of a limpid pond

a fountain dancing out

in ecstasy. I beseech,

drink of its virtue

See, the crystal water ripples

just so slightly —

from behind the fountain

out glide two swans, majestic

in their ebon splendour; their

cygnets flap ridiculously

unaware of their comical bearing.

Why should they care?

Deep within they know

they are born to frolic gracefully

They will skim the water

for sheer delight

not for you or me.

Tarry. Do not hurry,

hang around a while

Something unnameable

could be about to happen

Something stirring

Perhaps a gift for your soul —

Who can ever know?

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Comments on this Poem

Thank you Ramesh, for taking the time to read and comment.

Shernaz
19-Feb-2021 08:51 AM

A swimming bird that never likes to fly but only swim and spend life in joy!

T A Ramesh
18-Feb-2021 05:35 AM