The Shadow Canoe Poem by SRIRANJI ARATISANKAR

Turning to hide in the shadow of light
passed through the bush
An awkward creature out it's tounge
Who goes? Who goes?
No response to any call
Nor makes any sound;
Stood in front of the reddish glow face to face
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Oh my god this animal leaves impression of my face
on the calm water of the pond

Bastard wind repeatedly calls the hyacinth
Hustle that shado canoe

Poor very poor no idea at all
My canoe keep up eith up to the eternity....