The fishing line in the river
The fisherman waits for so long
The morning sun till the sunset
He sits and smokes his pipe
He listens to nature wonders
Alone on his fishing boat.....
The magical flow to his eyes
The ripples pattern drawing him near
The monkeys hopping tree to tree
They make fun at his stupidity
“Don't you know there is no fish here?
The water is dead decades of decay”
The fisherman smokes his pipe
Blowing holy smoke to the sky
He listens to the monkeys cry
“You are stupid receiving lies!”
When light finally dim
He decides he has to go
The fishing rod he takes it back
On his fishing boat
The monkeys sit nearby branches
Waving to him and saying goodbye
“Don't take peanuts for your living
Don't be like us we beg for it”
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