Angler Poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay
Angler
Riveted to the grass in frozen alertness
Limbs ache from hours of wait
It may be a day of their not being impressed
Fooled not once by tempting bait!
It's high time the liner shook
The trap lured the willing catch
There's a pull at end of hook
Rewarded is all the hard watch!
In darned breeze the heart grieves
The quietude isn't getting to grow
The noise from the rustling leaves
Incessant caws of the lone crow!
Are the eyes too weary from watch
Hands are not fully motionless
Or the clever prey feels not worth touch
And rather survive in hunger's distress!
Eyelids feel heavy and this's such prose
To be awake amid the wind's lullaby
Till the day closes with picking morose
The empty bucket in melancholy!
Wonderful poem expressing the agony and ecstasy of angler's watch and catch ! It requires immense patience to be an angler..... At times after a night's vigilant watch, one may have only an empty bucket to take back home! A 10
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5/8/2024 4:31:04 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I haven't gone fishing for about 5 years, but I remember how depressing it was when nothing would take the bait. And I could see the large fish swimming by. I think that's why I stopped fishing. It's so much easier just to go to the restaurant and order the fish! Loved your poem.