The Lotus - Poem by Sitabz Garg
In the lake
by the old temple
a lotus fell in love.
At a moonlit hour
she looked down
off her bridal gown,
sees the moon
like a fallen flower
In the temple,
the midnight ritual begins.
people come with their prudence, wine and Shakespeare.
They chant and the water trembles slightly
Causing the moon
to loose sight of her beloved.
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