Frog

A strange frog taken shelter in my quotidian pond How fast swims all day long Till the tail not fallen off But accustomed to hunting. Breaking the quiescence of still night Suddenly jumps into the water Growing water circle hits the banks… The circle crossing the banks extended.. Goes beyond the sky-coast-line. The sun, the moon, stars extinguished. The outer space overcast the cosmic dust… That quaint frog drowning into deep water touches the bottomless bottom of my pond Raises slime, silt, mud… Transparent water becomes turbid. Thereafter Graceful morning-face not reflected. On the water of my pond.