By the evening the boats look calm.
Tied to the corner and other hand flowing apart.
I saw a person getting out of it
and his face was telling me the story of what a day it had been.
Tired and rested at the same time. His eyes kept rolling for the search of his being.
It’s time to go home and cook some food.
Honey i brought some fishes and so would you please.
Would you please groom it with the spices of yours
and help me get ready for the next day ahead.