The Lake

The afternoon was warm, the leaves stood still
basking in the escalating sun
The lake a tranquil sight, but only until
in tossed a pebble, and there it begun

There it begun, a gentle ripple across its surface
a wave giving rise to yet another
beating to a rhythmic pace
each soaring above the other

The lake was no river, else it would have tossed it away,
gushing on with an ignorance
The lake was unaccustomed to this breaking violent way 
it shivered unguarded with no defense

As you touched the center of my heart, the lake
it quivered with a feeling so queer
As you shook it with waves of a quake
shaking it with thrill and fear

The ripples died down, but the lake waited
it knew it wouldn't remain the same ever again
Just like I know our meeting is fated
the lake too waited patiently for a summer again.

- Niharika Prasad