Some Day, Not Today

Some days its water consumes the bed,
Some days the river is nothing but a sheet of blanket to the bed,
The fishermen pray for the former,
They will not get that,
Some days the fishes are in every nick and cranny of the river,
Some days they all hide beneath every small corner hidden width the depths of the river,
The fishermen pray for the former,
They will not get that,
Some days they are the rulers of the river,
Some days they can’t even catch a rock,
The fishermen pray for the former,
They will not get that,
Not today at least,
Not today at least.