Feeling The Fish Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Feeling the fish

For a while, right or wrong
In fishing, was involved…

Now, mirror, Corona
Talks to me, says a lot…

As artist, takes brush
It draws, paints on top…

I am one character
Around me are fishers
All dressed in orange
Wearing boots of galosh…

Trawlers throw nets
Into sea, extend them,
Very deep, spread.

Feel my eyes bulging out
When crane is raised high
Far above the floor
With fishnets in sky…

Shape of net is drop
Of the rain on bud's side…

Squeezed are the fish,
All have lost hope to live!

Among the caught fishes
Some, still, are alive
When released on the board.

Each fisher with a knife
Cuts open side of shark,
Twins rest in the bed
Of tummy of mother.

With today's quarantine
I can feel the caught fish
Yes, I feel, yes, I feel…