Poem -

Right Time

Right Time

Fearful I sat ashore
with a small boat and net
awaiting a waveless sea
to catch fish.
Those came with me
in smaller boats, and went
straight ahead in the sea,
came back after a while
with a good catch!
I sat motionless where I sat
cursing the shouting,
teasing waves and
hoping the sea to be waveless
to take my boat into the sea
to catch boatful fish!

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