The Ripple

I want

To throw a pebble,

I want

To throw a pebble again

To the bosom

Of water in the pond.

I want to poke again

The ripple,

I want to romance again

With

her swell beauty,

I want to profoundly say

That

She is my first, unique crush

Who

Has never deprived me

Of her innocuous love.

When

Unhappiness had

Gheraoed me,

When taunts

Had saddened me,

I had always visited

The contour of her love

And

She had always

Given me

A plethora of happiness,

Whenever

I had swum

To touch her periphery.

Yes,

Today

I want to be innocent again,

I want to throw

My smug smile

Out of this false life,

I want to be original,

I want to throw pebble

To the bosom

Of water in the pond

To tryst with my ripple.