The Wait

April 27, 2011 at 9:51 am (Amitava Nag, Poetry)

The float bobs
once more,
the angler waits –
hooking himself
to the bait.

I pay out the line,
the reel runs out
the fishing line,
the rod – bend
further away.

The sky above
is blue with love
I move up
for the roe –
the angler holds back.

– Amitava Nag

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1 Comment

  1. susmita said,

    🙂 “The sky above/is blue with love/ I move up … ” …. beautiful!

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