I was not dreaming
For we were boating,
Slowly, and leisurely drifting
Into a world so mesmerising!
The backwaters were charming
The wind on our back soothing,
We could see fish in the water wiggling
While tall coconut palms stood waving.
We tried our hand in angling
But this task was quite baffling,
We spent our time bonding
With the beautiful nature all embracing!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You have me bonded with nature through this poem. Good rhyming. (10)