River Fish. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

Sitting in the riverside and looking the nature
Observing the groups of fishes in the river water
Having a glimpse of moonlight in the night
Amusing the legendary stories of the songs

From the large size loaded country boats
As a useful conveyance facility through the river
was such an experience of happiness in those days
where motor boats, speed boats of the present times
Road traffic was in limited numbers
That too through the mud and gravelly roads

Varieties of river fishes with beautiful colors
Uniform movements as the swimming experts
Feeling themselves as in communion with me
Not an exaggerated thing but only facts

The groups of fishes ups and downs in water
with their little ones always in the river
No one attempted to destroy the little ones
Only hooked and caught the big ones sometimes

Still they grew and numbers swelled
No one made annoyance to them in their habitat
It was a pleasant thing to see them in river water
Stresses and strains of livelihood no matter

Sometimes there came the real danger
Teams of people with dynamites came there
Clandestinely exploded in the water for a catch
The big ones and the little ones all died

Things continued and disastrous consequence there
No varieties of fishes in the river at present
Together with the pollution from the market
The water itself contaminated and no fishes
Or any thing else that can live in the river water
Like a mixture of oil, water, and chemicals
That flows in place of the beautiful water system.