With day’s toil
And lot more to avail
The sea has always provided
The livelihood that was needed
The fisherman may think
And again sink
About generous nature of sea
But fails to catch up many things and see
What else may be lying at depth?
The pearls, treasure or death
He is contended with what he gets
He prays the sun and accepts fate
The sea is calm
And does no harm
The bread winner and only source
For him, the sea is indomitable force
How much catch may get tomorrow?
The lovely thought puzzles but does not allow
To assume for tomorrow’s state
He smiles at an idea but gets nothing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I can see the ocean. Paulette Diaz14 minutes ago Nice view of a fisherman's life, What a hard life it can be.