Undeciphered

This lake in the middle

Of town, surrounded

By bamboo, datepalm,

Deodar, maple, once

Spoke a language .

We heard while draining

Our vessels.

 

Neither the heat nor

The snow, marked a

Shift then.

In our faiths, or in its

Waters that pushed

Us alongside banks.

 

Branching on moments,

We listened to her murmurs

More, flared by the fire of

A strange obstinacy.

 

The lake is quiet now,

Her mouth blistered

With mauls of a fresh

Language as her lips

Stapled by strokes

'Undeciphered'.