A Fish

Through the circumstantial sieve

The thoughts on what i grieve

Thoughts so hard to leave

Donot flow.

Through the fisherman critic's net

Belief on what i'd bet

All what i'd firmly state

Wouldnt go.

So again the fish of ugly water

Either has to flee

In the mud only

& dream of the sea

With open eyes.............

May be thro' luck

Will be put in the bowl
With water good, but stale
Still i've to inhale
Too small, too frail
To break the glass may be.

May be then, with the aquarium kid
I'd fall in love
As he nourished n kissed
Me, n then forget the sea.
But he'd go keeping me
Alone in the prison sea.

So how i trust?
That u wont put me to dust?
That u have no lust?
For me?

U'll reach me the sea
Not where the whales n sharks
Scare me?
Fragile my mind, fragile me
So how i trust ye?

Since i'm very big for the net
Will u just pestle me?
So that, subtle i be?
To go to the sea?
But how i allow this grinding of me?
How do i know ye?
Till u show me
I am in the sea.............

The sea of peace n joy
Where i can travel n buoy
Forever in peace
For then m too small a piece
No fear, worry not a bit
For m too small to keep it!!!