That long desired notification
'Fishing will be there in big tank'
Appeared suddenly
In the fishermen's hamlet
That's all.
White herons
As well pond herons
Walked in queues to the hamlet
The traffic quite jam
Indiscipline
Others felt disgust.
Some got concealed behind walls
Being afraid of these herons
All gentlemen sunk in wonderment
Where these flock of herons were on earth!
But, nobody could understand
Whether fishes are wending into the net
Or just buy net is crawling over the fishes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem