He is rowing the boat,
gliding on watery coat.
Water sparkling like jewels,
for their daily duels.
Casting net open and wide,
as they take a boat ride.
Pulling and tugging the oars,
moving along stormy shores.
Straining lungs, paining muscles,
their struggle in daily tussles.
Their tears not seen in rain,
sweat and blood goes in vain.
Prasenjit©1997-2011
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