Fish Not To Be
Fish not to be in water
And let us call it luck.
Somesort of madness
Is with crow
And say surreal kind.
Ask not what is what
You are just here to
Attend welcome ceremony.
You are allowed to shed
Crocodile tears
You are allowed to fight
With bears.
Go not outside or inside
And caught by media imagination.
Search out for a vacuum
And make yourself ready
To Fillup the column.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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