Wait Poem by Amitava Nag

Wait



The float bobs
once more,
the angler waits -
hooking himself
to the bait.

I pay out the line,
the reel runs out
the fishing line,
the rod - bend
further away.

The sky above
is blue with love
I move up
for the roe -
the angler holds back.

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