The Pond
The water of the pond drying
For it turned into vapors.
In a few days,
The pond will become bare.
But the clouds, seen
In the distance turned away
In other directions.
In the shallow depths of the pond,
Fish are seen
Swimming here and there,
Gleaming through the waning stream.
But O wandering clouds,
Where have you flown?
The poem was adapted into a play by the renowned theatrical Organisation RAGA TARANGA, under the direction of renowned theater Director Satananda Sharma.
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