The lake

The night was deep and dark and tongues of fire
Cast shadows that quickly climbed the mango trees.
There are many crocodiles under our feet,he says,
As the rain lashes the lake in a rising shrapnel
There it was place where a girl had met watery end.
The lake sat there brooding all the while, benign
And blameless,the crocodiles in its belly harmless .
The mountains pour in the lake more and more water
Borrowed from the sky and but the lake repays it all,
In summer, when dark clouds go up from its bosom.

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