Jul 24
When the night's moon is a quarter
She stands in breast deep water
The skylight beams on her wish
If comes her way a catch of fish.
She's the robust woman of night
And it's no fancy's flight
She gritfully spreads her net
Even when the river is in spate.
She knows well when the tides swell
The games are not easy to catch
Where the river meanders to a curve
She waits low tide holding her nerve.
When the silvery streaks struggle for breath
She looks not real but a myth
A mud princess with a golden heart
An apparition seen but can't be touched.
On a river with eons of length
She struggles with all her strength
I won't ever get even a chance
She's too focussed to give me a glance.
She stands in breast deep water
The skylight beams on her wish
If comes her way a catch of fish.
She's the robust woman of night
And it's no fancy's flight
She gritfully spreads her net
Even when the river is in spate.
She knows well when the tides swell
The games are not easy to catch
Where the river meanders to a curve
She waits low tide holding her nerve.
When the silvery streaks struggle for breath
She looks not real but a myth
A mud princess with a golden heart
An apparition seen but can't be touched.
On a river with eons of length
She struggles with all her strength
I won't ever get even a chance
She's too focussed to give me a glance.
Written by
Pradip Chattopadhyay
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