In the marsh overwhelmed with flood.
He thought it's sure-footed and he crossed.
Before he drowns his thoughts dragged
to the bygone days how he swam with his free style
in the country's longest river.
It's almost over and he is old now.
He struggled in the bottom where it's full of mud.
The best swimmer drowned and no more sound.
The sudden loss of skill and vitality. Very tragic mood here. But the poem itself is alive and very skillfully done. Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A poignant little write, Nimal. The aging of your strong swimmer and the flash of rememberance before the end. I like this very much. love, Allie xxxxxxxxxxxxxx