Embedded in the tar pavement
Little lights blink and mark,
Cars stop where people cross
They step into a lovely park
Tall green pines stand at guard,
As you walk along a slopy way
It winds into a vast blue lake,
The evening where holds its sway
Water stands tranquil and still,
Reflects green and orange, dried
Specks of little lake-houses
Nestle on the lake's far side
The sky stares at the distant sun
With a hint of mist and deep longing,
Even though they both know their
Meeting is the next morning
Fish dart and jump and squirt
Ducks squirm and dip and quack
At home in the big free lake
Both seem merry and feel no lack
The wind is light, lazy and loose
The earth is soft and gently kept
The park is indeed idyllic and pristine
It's nature in meditation! Except ..
A yellow blot on water, no, a large
Motorboat speeds down from north
Shatters the mirror of stillness,
Shards of white spew forth
The boat roars, heaves up down
Men aboard flail and scream
The oath of collective silence
Now seems like a broken dream
A happy little fish down yonder
Not knowing better than to feast
Tangles into the bait of the hook
Of an idle standing hobbyist
Ducks in the little waves
Scramble n screech, fight like bums
As a naked boy shrieks, sniggers
And drops stale bread crumbs
Nature tries but man turns the screw
That's our little Idylwood park for you!
Abhay
B. Joshi
October
2014