The Goldfish Poem by Kavya S Babu

Hey,
The so called
Happily married,
Enjoying
Your desperate attempts
To smash the glass
To nothingness
And dive
Into the free and fair,
My eyeballs swing
To the left and
To the right.

Your shiny scales
And glossy curves!
My eyes lit up
And left the world.
When you breathe it out,
As bubbles, on top,
Am not sceptic, but,
I alwaysbend down,
Sharpen my ears
To record, if anything,
Worth fishy is muttered.

Why it is always fear I see
In the heavy tender eyes
You thrust intact?
Why your eyes stay stuck?
Why your eyes don't shine?
How skillfully
You hide your woes!

Aren't you
The so called well behaved?
Do you know,
Or rather,
Will you ever know
The bliss of being you?
The joy of belonging
To where you ought to?
Do you know?
It is
the survival of the fittest
And not
The 'ready to adjust'
That the nature accepts.

The lifeless greens
You kiss and leave
never know
How to let you breathe.
Into true colours,
The stones too, will fade.

The tears you shed
Sink into ripples
And make it all
Dull and brown.
With fresh and new
Replaced,
Back to doom
You go.

To make ends meet
You tirelessly swim
Neglecting your whim
And my eyeballs swing
To the left
And to the right.