We hiked to Gurkha Fort
in the heat of mid-June,
Victor and I.

The stream had dried
into shallow pockets.
Clear sunlight shone
on rounded stones.

Little pink fish
gulped tiny mouthfuls,
darted pell-mell
trapped and starved.

They rushed for the bait,
the black barbed hook
pierced clean through
eager open mouths.

It was easy, so easy;
we caught so many
and cast them away
on our way back to school

Ashok Gupta
ashok1082 [at] yahoo [dot] co [dot] uk

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