To our favorite place
Time and again
Every winter, they fly, million miles
Crossing many boundaries,
Mountains, forest, rivers, ponds
Roads, bridges everything on their way
To reach their destination
At some remote place
Where the pond awaits
Desperately to greet them
And when they arrive at pilgrimage place
The fresh fishes are served
And they forget the perilous journey
The pain and fatigue vanishes soon
Some are here for breeding
Some are here to perform rituals
They only know what they gain
But to us it is a wonder that remains mysterious