The Clock

The hours tick tocked away
the oarsman rowed the boat
further in the ocean
away from the shore

Fishes to be netted,
in exchange for lucky pearls,
does the fisherman dream,
flying kites in the sky
hoping to thread in fish from the sky.

Jignesh Tailor
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