Morning Swim Session. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

The swimming companions comes with me
While swims across the temple pond
In pure water my morning bath
They accompanies me like my little friends
They amuses me by their little touch
I enjoy their friendship though they bites
My dirts of body they clears with
They returns with me when I retreats
I likes these little fishes of the pond
Knowing well I cannot identify them in numbers
I assume they awaits for the next morning
As my dear ones which I love in my mind
I know they likes me much in water
Hoping I am not at all a trouble maker
I think they are clever enough to understand
Their fins touches my body which I likes.