O’er the tranquil waters I float, abrupt a gentle wake,
my mate passing by nudges me, from my dull slumber awake.
Moored to the pier I watch envious, him off on a trip downstream,
whither my oarsman he’s away so long, leaving me tethered to dream.
Ripples of wind on the placid waters, lure me strain my rope,
let go let go they whisper to me, urging me come elope.
Lo and behold he comes astern, my boatman with nets and bait,
fishing oh fishing we are off adrift, worth indeed ‘twas the wait!
– Narendra Nayak © 2017
(location: Baga River, Arpora-Baga Road, Bardez, Goa)