The Brown Urchin Poem by Anwer Gani

When he saw me he smiled, that brown urchin, I was surprised, I didn't expect this clarity from him. you know the brown things are deep.
He was an adept fishmonger. He have a silver net, inherited it from his old grandfathers. But he told me that he did not like fish, and all what he do is painting the fish with silver, then he casts it to the other bank of the river , where the sun falls.He likes the sunset, and likes sun. He told me that the sun at sunset, reaches the river, and catches the fish as a bear.
He entered me in his thriving house, it was a burrow , what a cold burrow was it? the dust is moist, he has a warmhearted neighborhoods. they were smooth like the lemon leafs . he set me on an old table , made from the hoopoe bones, he was a good bewitching. He had a wife and children, they are bewitchings also.
At first they mock at me, because I wear a shining clothes. They say to me, be brown and deep, after that they alienated me to a silver fish with elegant wings , then they throw me to the other bank, where the sunset. I was happy, although I don’t like the fish, nor the sunset. Yes, for many times I had dream that I fly in a strange space, but it did not occur to me that I will be - in someday – a silver meal to the sun.





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