It moves jerkily in my midnight dream.
A thousand Sundays ago, it used to
raise my hope for a pearl-spot fish, pulling
my nylon line. That climbing perch creates
new ripples in my mind. More than a fry,
its vigor fascinates me. This zigzagging
agility can keep any love alive. It travels on
its pectoral fin, detecting water vibrations in
the distant canal. This sixth sense is yet an
inspiring mystery. Living alike in fresh and
brackish waters, it never succumbs to situations.
This dark blotchy iron fish meets any survival
challenge, existing in low oxygen or scorching
temperature. Unlike other fishes, it digs and
buries itself in the mud to defeat the torrid time.
Today I too have to be the climbing perch.
First published in The Literary Hatchet.
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