The Fishing Weather Of Love Poem by Zamir Osorov

O yes, that is fine day
for fishing in mountain river
when weather is bad,
and raining from early gloomy morning.
When world look so pity and doleful
maybe for artists and poets
but so nice for big and hefty fishes.
They are swimming out
from deep and cold bottoms and hidden caves
to surface,
collecting on shallows,
sometimes one by one
splashing and jumping out of water
close to edge
with clear joys of play and ecstasy
as if that silver living marvel
suddenly felt and predicted
the next Great Flood,
or time of Paradise
when all creatures
will coexisted friendly, peacefully and intermixedly
with each others
in our divine future.

So its seems that fishes
have tryed set on the benches and wings
ofsome awesome waterwheel,
apearing airly,
the vision of grandeur waterfall
between joining Heaven and Earth,
Sky and Sea
in rainy day.

The skillful fishermen
have good sense and flyer
for such days and luckiest instant.
They early wake up and go to river
for capture lot of precious fishes,
plying so naively for own hopes, dreams and ruptures.

Alas, for fishes
but good for intrinsic and great love
that also has such marvelous days
when you captured your reward,
if you early wake up and prepare himself
for catching precious gold
swimming up from deep and waste waters.