Fisherman Poem by prabhakar bhatlekar

"My Sixty years gone by this sea"
said the fisherman.
" Hmm..."
He hardly looked at me.
Eyes fixed at the
eve-colored horizon he went on
"..now amforgetting the day
my boy and his mother never returned
from the sea."
Quietly he began rolling the net.
Suddenly he looked up.
With a smile asked.
"You wrote poems on sea...
and become famous..
ah...what you wrote? "
I smiled and said
"You won't like them! "
He was still smiling
"Look" I said
"In fact I wrote..um
what this sea is for me!
but after we mate I thought
they're rubbish"
He laughed aloud
"Hey man. You're brainy
..not a dumb like me! "
and writing poems is
not easy like catching fish! "
I was thinking about
his wife and son.
Hesitantly I asked
"...after your family gone
you ever thought of leaving
this shore? "
He looked at me deep in eyes
"..how can I leave my son and wife?
they're there and this grand sea
who looks after me..."
A tragic poem unfolding in my mind
which I vowed not to write...