By the seaside, where the waves kiss the shore, Anglers cast nets, hoping for more.
Agitation etches lines on Abu’s face, Trawlers loom, giants in this place.
The shining lights of the trawlers, I see from where I stood.
“What catch can I glean from these seas so wide?” He ponders in pain, with hope as his guide.
While I pose for a picture, Abu’s heart prays for the bounty of this land.
The sea lady whispers, a prayer in the wind, For Abu, the fisherman, his boat, and his kin.
Foreign hands have taken my mother’s soul, While we strive, for survival is our goal.
In the land where love meets the working tide, Fishermen cast for a catch to provide.
While the seaweed trouble is gone, anglers face Crowded trawlers, a daunting space.
Preventing their little catch to feed their kin, Left with prayers, their hopes begin.
I am just a storyteller; all I can do is write while Abu prays for a better catch.