Friday, January 23, 2015

fishing on the mining pond


The man at the mining pond
Under the cool breezy evening sky
With his fishing rod on line
He waits patiently for the fish to bite

The mining pond of bubbles
The rain water and the hawkers' stalls nearby
Feeding the pond with nutrients
The fishes will survive

Though there is a signage
Telling everyone no fishing here
On the record men had drowned
Wading too deep into the pond

The man with his fishing rod
Standing erect waiting for the fish bites
As the light begin to dim in the sky

Today he isn't lucky to catch any 

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