Fogged Lake

A vast lake

Dressed up in early morning fog

She is waiting for her lover, the sun

Grey sky shaded its waterscape

Without waves, she is looking so calm

A small country boat positioned itself

In the middle of the deep trench

For catching some sleepy fishes

A lonely crow slowly flew across

As if searching for someone

At a distance, another boat raced through

Creating a channel of wave in a straight line

From one shore to the another

The grey fog has spoiled the trees around

They were silent as if it’s freezing

On the outer, the lake looked serene

I wonder how deep the water is!

Though beautiful, it’s salty to drink

But, it’s tempting to breach its depth

When I look through the window of this train

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