STOP

Sitting on the lakeside
One fine afternoon
I picked up a few stones
And starting throwing them
The first one went in,
A few ripples and,
the lake got quiet again.
same repeated a few more times
The faster I threw,
Bigger the ripple, and
slower it’s restoration of normalcy.
The ripples grew farther and wider
As I kept throwing bundles of stones together
Some kind of sadistic pleasure it was
Some kind of animalistic enjoyment it was
Relentless I, Relentless lake
This turned into a fight of supremacy
Till I heard a voice scream from somewhere
STOP, Please……
STOP!