This Morning-The Hilsa at the fish market

Down at the market this morning I saw,
A streak of silver, and there was The Hilsa!

Like an arrow of dazzling silver white,
This fish was a feast for a fish-lover’s sight!

Like a king, standing out in that crowded market,
Miles apart from the fat katla, or the “moony” pomfret.

Perfect symmetry, God’s creation at leisure, I thought.
Pink were the gills, blessed be the one who had caught!

The eyes were glazed as it was long dead.
Waiting to delight, either fried or baked!

That fishy smell, ahh…so mouth watering!
I could feel, the beginning of the stomach’s rumbling!

The fish seller knew, he had me snared.
I brought it home, whatever the price, I didn’t care!!

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