She was a kingfisher,
Angle-hook was her beak.
She would stand still in rains,
For hours without a break.
No Coracles, fishing net,
Snell knot around the hook.
Earthworms and a palm leaf hat
That is all she took.
Harbinger of the livelihood,
Cared and cooked for all.
I see her nowhere now,
Seems she is forgotten by all.
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