The river bends
flows with a chatter
the hyacinths float
while the fish swim
in glee.
The cranes dive in
bury their long necks
enabling the beaks
to pick the fat worms
and gleaming fish.
The frogs down there
croak and cry unpleasantly
hopping up and down
the tadpoles following
in a queue.
There comes the fisherman
carrying a long hook
and a close knit net
throws them to catch
the sparkling ones.
The river flows along
unperturbed by the bustle
streams steadily making
beautiful turns and twists
a sight to adore.
Meenas Poems 