“Net of love!

What are these scenes unfolding,
Over the water of the lake,
Where boats are sailing though water is randomly flowing,
Is it a sight of motion with no mistake?

As the fisherman casts his net,
And its octagonal boundaries gradually sink into the water,
Where they now lie in their world wet,
And wait as octagonal shapes and one single net, when put together,

A shoal of fish swims freely and maybe happily too,
As they enter this octagonal mesh that waits in silence,
The fisherman feels something stir in his mind too,
And pulls the net breaking his wait of prolonged patience,

And he smiles at the fish struggling to break free,
He holds them one by one and tosses them on the floor,
This is how it has always been and this is how it shall always be,
The struggle for the floor to be the sky and for the sky to even invade the floor,

For what spring and summer tames as beauty,
Shall be confounded by the Autumn that appears to appear too soon,
For in the temple of life there is no deity,
There is only the law of bane and the boon,

So I watch the fish wriggle on the floor of the boat,
As my thoughts sail away with the one I love,
And I cast my net over the vast expanse of fate as I wait,
To notice in her the same feeling of love reflecting all over my net of love,

That I cast only to seek her attention and few smiles,
While her beauty glides throughout the universe,
Her charm is rendered eternal across the universe’s infinite miles,
And my net of love also gets cast across this endless universe!”