An engineer slipped from gangway
And fell into Hoogly River
While boarding on a warship
He learnt swimming never …
Was suffering from fever
So, simply drowned.
Water police came
Divers rushed
Searched for hour....
Using tools with power
But failed to take out
Engineer's body
The water police said …
Wait, let the body float
And made their boat ready
to push off with their head.
An old fisherman of river
Made his boat's oar lowered
Came willingly forward
Put on his fishing cap
Took the time of mishap
And thought from deep to deeper.
He calculated the influence of tide
That is active inside
And pointed out with pride
a small area of river.
He took two divers,
Two water police, two visitors
on his boat
Reached to that assumed spot
Without any cost
And told a failed diver
'Go to the river-bed
Grab the dead
Just like a spider.'
The diver dipped inside
It was full moon high tide
and came out shortly
With the engineer's body.
The water-police took the body
In their custody
And took the entire credit
Media made the police hero
The fisherman zero
And his experience side tracked
The expertise became hijacked.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Isn't that always the way? People who actually have the expertise and knowledge and get the job done are left in a void while others take the credit for what they've already done? Perfect picture painted here in your poem of the reality of illusions in some people's minds where they are their own legends, thinking they are so smart. I really love the way you write and enjoy reading your poetry. Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn
Thanks for your lovely comment.