How bold you are- it only speaks
Whether you can float or not
With few pieces of logs…
How much expertise it needs
To sail a boat
Without letting the fish to leave the spot;
Upto what time, the fisher-man needs to stay in water
To earn his living,
The wood knows nothing.
It sometimes requires too
To come back
For a fisher-man without fish
In the event
When these saturate.
In the life, where sea and sky meet
It's blue all-together.
'O' my sweet hearth! You are free to move ahead
With your kattumaram
To the deep sea- -
When you will be back
You'd find our aqua-collage already drawn.
(Dated: 21-12-2017) .
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