A Tale Of Fishes Poem by vaskar rava

The water world stripped the sky of its bright flag
And noisily emerged a flock of bats out of hell
On the coast the foxes prepared their hunting gears
They aimed for the same for sure
Thus they signed a pact to exchange guild
The bats howled while the foxes kept flying about
They both sang paeans to the water world
And the fishes astonished and transfixed
They made somersault and floated around
Alas! The poor half-dead fishes floated on water
The bats swooped down over them and snatched them
And the foxes readied themselves for a feast on the sand

You my fishes of blood red will
That never tires of building nests
In waves big and small
As if under the spell of a dream.
By Bhaskar Rabha. Translated by Jibeswar Boro