**the Fisherman - Poem by RAJ NANDY
All his life in his sun-burnt boat he is out there
on the sea,
To eke out an honest living with his catches at
The sea is his second home, where his soul
The sea remain placid, the sea remain calm,
Rocking his boat gently like a mother patting
But when the sea raves and foams in the mouth,
The fisherman calmly surveys the distant storm
He silently sets sail towards the safe shore;
Though at times he boldly tries to ignore!
And should his boat overturn and capsize below,
His mother will keep him afloat - as he swims
to the shore!
27 Mar 09
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