Pebbles and Whirlpool

On the quiet sunny afternoon

She sat on the bank of pond alone

Under the shade of green bush with flowers azure.

Alone but not lonely

 the pond is her company.

Since she was a girl little in a pink frilly frock

With her mother, she would walk

Hand in hand on the green path up to the pond.

One by one pebble they dropped

How they both laughed with that sound of plop

She asked her mother

Is the pebble lost forever?

Mother said under the current

The pebble went

Lying there hidden

Bearing the rushes and gushes

 Perfected it would get

Smooth, shining, glistening

The wonder of pebble transforming

For her was kind of magic

Ney, magic lay in her mother

Who made life a charm for her.

Today thinking of her

She dropped a pebble again

The ripples spread out

Smiling in the whirlpool center

Was reflection of her mother

Walk on my child with conviction

Like these ripples your thoughts and acts

Will have far-reaching repercussion

Every setback, every struggle

Will polish you

And you will get perfected like that pebble.