Father settled the deal,
For the boy, a settled deal.
However, the boy can't load
Fish basket on his head,
And hold to its rim.
As it would lift his shirt and
Expose his torn pant behind.
The fisher-boy waited there
Unmoved like a pillar,
Wished the girl to leave,
To dissolve self in the thin air.
The invading darkness
Settled the situation.
The fisher-boy rushed
Towards his village
With leftover prawns.
The day's earning was
Half kilo colocasia*.
Crestfallen discomfiture,
And unforgettable nostalgia.
The unsold dead fishes
Continued their dance,
As the boy walked back,
in the ploughed fields
Amidst darkness intense.
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*colocasia root is commonly cultivated by native people for family consumption.
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I would like to translate this poem
Good to always remember your childhood it refreshes living. Beautiful