boats rocking steadily, men inside alive
their catch flying by from side to side
naturally are they balanced & poised
like a kettle of tea on the stove.
fishes glide and the seaweed sways
all in one movement of harmony.
a dangling worm tantalizingly plays
with the surface of water to lure a scrum.
a school of fish spot their prey
instinctively scrambling about
beethoven in the head of the fishermen plays
symphony is what life had become.
sudden darkness comes to pass
rocking the boat and its passengers
fish and man move around
gills or legs mattering not.
the school of fish watch in awe
scenes of panic and fury above
neither a shark nor a whale around
what was all this about?
raghu the oarsman, mathew the captain,
ravi the cook all come ashore
with a catch to fill a thousand mouths
but their breath had been left below.
