Arjun jumps backwards into water
With his bow and arrow
In clear waters searcing for the target
Of the small moving fish above:
By seeing down its reflection
He takes aim above his head
Releases the arrow which pierces
The fish and carries it into the air
Towards the sun.
Whoever says material skill
Doesn’t thrill is a liar.
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