The Trout

Amit Dahiyabadshah
Articles / The Trout
Posted on: 2017-09-23 13:33:25 +0530 (IST)

The Trout

Beneath the trembling willow tree
beside the burbling brook
the waters sing their song to me
I reach for pen and book

But the song of the stream is hard to sing
in open verse or sonnet
In rhyme and line you cannot cast 
enough light upon it

So in evening light and half twilight
I cast and take a trout in flight
we pant and struggle in the golden light
till life and death turn misty light

The trout it says one thing at last
I think I understand
eternal is ephemeral
when nature is at hand


'Amit Dahiyabadshah'
(A stream above a cold lake near BalTal)

 

Photo Courtesy Col Pratap Nair