I sit there by the lake
At the early morning hours
Watching reflections of
Trees, houses and light
Lake is still n undisturbed.
She has calmed down from the
Turbulence of the wind, fishes n ducks
She has buried down her feelings
Deep down within
Light wind blurs the reflection
Reflecting the past
There is no sadness, no anxiety
No crying, no wining
Just the stillness,
And the unshakable faith..
Night has to last
Day has to creep in..
Sun to rise
And again lake to shine.
