As I sat by Ennore’s shores
And gazed at the placid back waters
I saw life’s throbs and pangs
Explode in a quiet eco-system.

Away from the hustle and bustle
Of Chennai’s traffic jams and crowds
Life ambled at leisurely pace
By the glassy waters.

Fishermen in slow boats
Cast nets in languid waters
The catch they haul on board
Yields life to city dwellers.

All good men must pay taxes
Fishermen are no exception
Swooping crows, nature’s tax collectors
Make tax deduction at source.

Long legged white cranes, too
Age-old, expert fishers,
Dive in low tide waters
And snap up prey in firm beaks.

God set up this ancient system
And appointed the sun watchman
He is faithfully at his post daily
And the show goes on merrily.