The Lily Pond

By Ritwik Das

In the heart of nature’s embrace, where lilies softly bloom,

A woman bathes in silence, beneath the twilight’s gloom.

Her beauty like a whisper, in the evening’s gentle breeze,

Reflects upon the water, with an effortless ease.

The lilies bow in reverence, to her grace and charm,

Their petals kiss the water, as she extends her arm.

Ripples dance around her, in a symphony of light,

The pond becomes a canvas, painted by the night.

Her hair, a cascade of silk, flows like a river’s stream,

In the moon’s soft glow, she becomes a dream.

Eyes closed in serenity, she feels the water’s touch,

In the stillness of the moment, she needs nothing much.

The stars above are jealous, of her radiant glow,

For in the lily pond, a goddess seems to show.

Her laughter like a melody, echoes through the air,

In the quiet of the night, there’s magic everywhere.

The lilies’ fragrance mingles, with the night’s cool mist,

As she moves with elegance, the water feels her kiss.

Each droplet on her skin, a jewel in the night,

In the pond’s embrace, she is pure delight.

The moonlight weaves a halo, around her gentle form,

In the lily pond, she finds a place that’s warm.

Her reflection in the water, a portrait of pure grace,

In the dance of night and nature, she finds her space.

The pond holds her secrets, in its tranquil depths,

Every ripple tells a story, of her gentle steps.

In the embrace of lilies, she finds her peace,

In the quiet of the night, all worries cease.

The wind whispers softly, through the willow trees,

As she bathes in the pond, with effortless ease.

Her beauty is a poem, written by the night,

In the lily pond, she is the light.

The stars begin to fade, as dawn approaches near,

But in the lily pond, her presence is still clear.

A moment of pure magic, captured in the night,

In the heart of nature, she is the light.

As the first light of morning, kisses the pond’s face,

She rises from the water, with an ethereal grace.

The lilies bid her farewell, as she steps to shore,

In the memory of the pond, she will live forevermore.

By Ritwik Das