Patiently he untangles the net
Standing calmly
Brazing the breeze
On the dancing boat
With an oar on its side
Which is cooled by the
Waters of the river..

The sun will set in an hour or so
And he has to finish his catch
Before the dusk
And back to his hut
Where his wife will
Waiting eagerly
To make the dinner
With the fresh catch

Another day
Another catch
The river but
Remains the same
Greeting the fishermen
Who roam the river
With their boats

I wish
I were as brave as the rain
Because
It's not afraid
Of the waterfalls,
The rocks
The stones,
The gulleys
The thorns, or the dirt,  
The garbage
Which when falling
Is so pure
But after the fall
Gets through
All the *******..
And Poisoned*
.....
..
.

The distant howl of a fox
The high pitch sound of crickets
The croaking of the frogs
The light sound of the drizzle

This music of the Night
Makes me dreamy and happy
And I am slowly
slipping into the night's sleep

There's Nothing
More Tastier
Than A
Glass of
Cool Water

Sometimes
There are too many things
To follow up
To update
To study
To research upon
To refer to others
To show solidarity
To argue upon
To fight with
To put our stand on
To stand up against
To support
To facilitate
To enable
..
..
..
Or
To just pass off

To ignore
.
.
.
.
and
To
Blissfully
Forget..