Ankur Betageri
	Fishing I tried to write a poem Sitting in Lalbagh Below me was the lake with Black fishes in the lapping waters And above me were two crows Cawing away their life Look, I said The fishes are calling you So many fishes to catch… Jump in and drown your senses in the jelly soft Summer water You might not get this opportunity again This cool shade of the trees And the abundance of fishes beneath But I sat there still all the same A Trisanku, Listening to the crows And thirsting with my whole being For the fishes Ach... What the hell! Either I should die Or let desire occupy My soul, So what is this I am doing, contemplating about what to choose I went down to the lake And sticking a piece of my heart to the bait Swung the line into the lake And set myself to wait.