Fisherman's Boat In Lotus Lake Poem by Jayatissa K. Liyanage

The Lotus
flower of sanctity,
shining and smiling, atop murky water
releasing its fragrance, free, to wide azure
leans to sides, gets dipped in and drowned even
to make room for the fisherman’s boat, rowing over with
bellyful of catch, cutting through emerald lotus layer
jerking ‘n shaking environs’ bloomed serenity
endured in non-bargained total compassion
back in the original rocking wavy seat
ascends up little later, smiling
cool, calm, compassionate
and in contented mode
Regardless!