Fish Tub - Poem by Minnoor srinivasan
Fish, at their own sweet whim
Softly glide, move and swim,
Colors feasting frenzied eye,
Make also fine attire simply
Creating bubbles the fish play well
Leaving onlookers in Beauty’s spell!
Exotic hues dots and lines
Of fish dash in aqua shines!
Thus full of patterns charming
Arrest us in mood enchanting,
Aqua transparent screens the dance
Of fish, leaving us in wordless trance.
The petal-like fish, soft and mellow
Form traffic in tub to and fro.
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