Golden Fish - Poem by Anita Sharma
bend and keep picking up rocks,
from the ground
have shine like gold
like ecstasy familiar
i am a golden fish
i am already in the ocean
Poet's Notes about The Poem
Jo utra so doob gaya, Jo Dooba So Paar.
Khusro, the river of love has a reverse flow
He who enters will drown, he who drowns will get across.
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