The Lake Awaits

The Lake Awaits short poem

Lying in the lake,
it awaits.
Anyone can sit
and drift on it, but
none yet…yet it waits.
The boat on the lake.
livelihood for some, for some it’s fun
the lake recalls seeing tons of them
set in the south, of beaches and rocks
the lake it holds much clout.
its beauty is for all, for the weeds and squalls
the waters of the great Lake Vembanad.

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An Indian national, Sushi works as a teacher in Singapore. She dabbles in fiction frequently and one of her short stories appeared in "From the Depths" -- a literary journal published by Haunted Waters Press, USA. Her travel essay on Maldives was recently published in Jaggery, a literature journal that promotes South Asian writers.
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Muhammad Khalid Khan
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A beautiful poem on waiting of an untouched lake to be touched.

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