Green mirrors they are br cool and fresh and pure br azure sky peeps into them br arrowing storks dip into; br br Ripples are their expressions br modestly they wriggle within br when breeze touches their virgin lips br shivers run down their circling tips. br br Ponds are a beauty, rare beauty br the tiny fishes schooling round br king fishers meditating around br the nostalgia they swell abound. br br Clad by fauna of greenery br pebbled deep with velvetty moss beds br ponds speak out legends of love br modest witnesses of moon lit passions. br br They storm lusts and lightning urges br they echo the world of birds in love br secretly lap the beauties of nature br treasure sweet rains from every monsoon br br Ponds are brides of many lovers br skies and clouds and birds and breeze br all tempt her girlish chuckles br br Through the binocular green looks br she says stories br of birds mated, egging, breeding, cooing br the world of love that swarms around br the cool cool pond love whispering fond br deeply lost and drowned in its well br are wandering hearts full of wet memories.