The stillness of watery dawn, rippled only by your boat
The gliding water snake turns back, only to check you out
The pond heron takes off, as you look startled at what was Hyacinth
You know it's a feast, as hundreds of Cormorants duck underneath
The toddy trees in stupor, seem to topple over the edge,
As the deft fisherman ties his mundu, and gives his boat a nudge
The hazy monstrous tentacles , are Chinese nets that stretch to horizon
The red-ball suddenly appears, like a jewel to adorn
The lilies open up, and birds get chirping
kettuvallams get started, and temples get chanting
As the backwaters wake up, to a beautiful morning
You can't help but wonder, if you had been dreaming !
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