I chanced upon
a deep green pond
that sought my whispers
and echoed along.
I was lost
in my sounds
and croaked at the stars
croaked at the moon
without a pause.
Us frogs’ croaks
filled the night time sky
no silence all around.
I once heard a cuckoo
sweet music aspired
in my croaks.
The cuckoos were silent
as I croaked on and on
and I swore to be mute
and not croak anymore
but my nature was just
that I couldn’t shut.
So at last
to give and find peace
I prayed to forever croak.
(as in die)
That cuckoos may sing
may be spare a song
for us foolish frogs
that tried their hands
and went away for peace.
Solitary Wanderer 