Night at the Mermaids' Pond (a poem of childhood fantasy) by Asif Uzzaman

The moon was shining, sky was bright,

I was seeing the sight, it was midnight.

The flow of the pond slows down,

I hear a voice singing a song.

I threw a stone into the pond,

A sweet shriek then echoed around.

"How sweet a voice it is!" I thought in my mind,

Suddenly mermaids jumped out - of many kind.

Some were red, some pink and some brown,

Yes, yes, to see them I am first in the town.

They swam round and round around,

Making a soothing sweet sound.

They bade goodnight and went down,

This was the night at mermaids' pond.

- Asif Uzzaman