Standing on the shore of a lake
A tranquil lake whose colour
Reminds me of a sapphire
Embedded in a royal crown
Or more like the blue eyes
Of a lover in a fairy tale
Waiting for his lover who’s
Far far away
When the misty curtains
Are drawn apart mysteriously
I saw the meditating mountains
Benevolent old sages
Oblivious of everything
I am lost here
Where everything stands still
Except for the swans
Waltzing gracefully
In their blue dance floor
A rowboat lonely like me
Makes me part of this landscape
U can see me rowing across the lake
In this picture perfect postcard
