THE FISH
There is something in your watery mind,
And it struggles for it’s last breath as a fish,
Though it has an astrological comfort behind,
Yet, it blames the luck of it’s unfulfilled wish.
Wistfully it swims and makes you immerse in cursed thoughts,
You sink and it makes you uneasy of your spectacular streaks,
Eccentricity is never a boon even if you run from the truth,
Lips chatter, but the thing has only gills to be a survivor against all odd leaks.
So, the fish becomes the victim of its own agility,
And suffers yet fails to fight the world,
And at last repeatedly repents on its hideous ability,
But it has no time in hand and lies there curled.
Now, it has nothing to react to,
So, it departs satisfied that at least it could successfully spoil your mind,
And your mind boggles of the bruises it gave you,
Which refuse to fade away and make the most unkind of kind.
2006-06-25
20:07:34
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