A Fishermanís Thought

Itís dawn, itís time I arise,

Itís time I wash, and get the sleep out of my eyes.

Iím a fisherman, I sail into the sea,

Iím out there by myself, but Iím never lonely.


I wish the fish were my friends, but somehow they avoid me.

As soon as I catch some, I watch them die ruthlessly.

How could I change? What can I do?

to speak to these creatures, as I speak to you ?


I look at the lighthouse which warns me of the stone,

Itís light lingers by, knowing that the man at sea is all alone.

Now as I leave the sea to return back to my family,

I realise something as I approach the sand,

People are ruthless, be it at sea or on the land.