The Fleeting Catch
The rain came down,
The pond overflowed
Through village paths.
The fishes, reared with patient care
Swarmed to freedom.
They darted through rills and drains,
Caught in casting nets,
Some speared in the yards,
Where rushing streams swept by.
The farmer, with hurried stride
Through drains and rills,
Tried to catch fish,
Casting his gaze with weary aim,
Pondering where the fishes gone .
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