The Fisherman Poem by Gajanan Mishra

Nowhere to be found
either a net or water
but the fish gets caught
while swimming across.

Sounds emerging from afar
touch me and disappear.

The shape of the earthen pitcher
changes half-way.
Was the bird here at all?
Did the flowers bloom?
Is there a fruit left anymore
on the fruit-laden tree?

You want to have
what had never been mine
when I say'no'
in disgust, you run away from me.

The way back is untraceable,
Nowhere here we stayed together,
then who will answer and what?

Why can't you touch me
if I am clearly visible to you?
Hold me fast while I slip away and fall
and place me in a gallery.

Have you crossed the circle?
Could you wriggle out?
I have been waiting thus
for you here
still.