Green Pond

Rain subsided

Life is getting dry again

The days of sunshine leads me

To the nights of melancholic dreams

No more chilly winds and

Dripping droplets from nascent leaves

This wetland is getting barren again

A small patch is all that left

Devoid of human encroachment

Though surrounded by buildings 

A shall rain pond

Its surface looks as if painted green

With its layer of glowing algae

Resembling a thin grassland

Starting from the sloppy valley

Created by the heap of workshop waste

Ends at the basements of walls around

Three tree pits stands dwarf

Growing afresh with new leaves

They were razed down some months ago

There are no woodpeckers or kingfishers

Flying around

But there might be some fishes in the pond

Beneath its green belly

It never ceases to fascinate me

As I see this pond, re-emerging from dry patch

Aftermath every monsoon

Each time it takes different shapes

It will dry up again soon

It will remain idle, waiting for next monsoon

It’s a haven for mosquitoes now

Even though I wish to see, it dried up soon

As I don’t want bites from mosquito babes

Sweethearts who love my blood

I will keep this unusual green pond

In my monsoon memories

This is the 150th poem in this blog.A small landmark.
Well this is about a pond in my neighborhood that emerges periodically after every monsoon.