A little worm in the hook of a fishing net,
Acts us a firm secure bet,
Clinging and cringing it tempts ,
The fish to make longing attempts,
Thrilled to see the tiny bait
It jumps unknowingly in an ecstatic trait.
Up ,up it shoots with a vigour,
Clambering to hold the trigger,
The worm dances and dangles,
Oscillating in various angles,
The fish makes a somersault,
Dashes over and above without a fault.
The lovely rush through the water,
Holds us in a quick monitor,
While the palpitations rage high,
We sadly perceive with a sigh,
The fish being hauled by the hook,
Of the fisherman along the brook .
Meenas Poems 