A Great Catch Poem by Satheesan Rangorath

In a hook of imagination, I put bait for you.
Holding a line, await your inquisitive strikes.

Flood of thoughts flicker, tiny silver fishes swarm.
You never turned up, keeping darn suspense.

Time faded in sequence, trembling in shock waves.
River flooded several times, creating fresh mangroves.

Sand stones rolled on free, un-cached by slippery moss,
ends life; a fine sand granule, in pure stream of eternity.

Line floats infinitely on waves, moving back ‘n forth aimless,
searching a prey in deep waters, as darkness sweeps remains of day.

Loosened hopes still rattle, on a String of soliloquy
At last, a great catch, skeleton of a fish flung from abyss.
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