The Melodies Of Lake Poem by Adokshaja Madhav

Stopping by a Lake
On one shiny morning
Called to mind few learnings
That now feel pure fallacies.
Believed I until, only birds
And woods know singing
But this proved otherwise-
Hear I, the Lake singing
Songs of sweet dreams
On wind's gentle demand.
Lo! The audience in mass
Cranes ducks and swans
All gathered to be graced.
With my wake of rationality
Inquired if it's all really real
Or a figment of imagination
Or a mere transferred epithet
All to know it's surely either.
O, could this be revelation!
Of the old secrets of Nature
Of songs ever unheard-
The Melodies of Lake.