Poem composed by Saarthak Jain, a grade 9 student.
Help the fishermen,
Fishing in the freezing, cold winds
Or, in the blazing heat of the sun
In the immortal tides of the sea
Far off, away from the coast
Alone or not in the middle of the sea
Distant from the city, village, family or friends
Visible to you or not
But his job is vital,Which only a few people know
His sweat is now a part of the sea
His supper is nothing, but handwork
Sitting in his broken ,small boat
Forgetting that he could fall
Risking his only life
All for the search of a fish
At last retiring from his day
Finally touching his feet to the soft, fine sand of the beach
Not knowing that for dinner is nothing but an empty plate
Knowing that tomorrow was going to be no different
And his hardworking all day would never be enough
Written by Saarthak Jain.
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