WATER AND FISH

When I began my life

At the age of eight, I found that

Fishes were caught in fishing net,

I still remember that day

When father came with some fishes

Those were alive

And were suffocating with grasp in open air,

I feel pain for them,

But as there was no food for us,

I had had to determine -

We had to eat them fried or cooked.

Now when I am retired person

I find there is one achievement living with

Some kind of dishonesty, and

That achievement provides us food in

Lieu of our work for achievements,

And we are at feet for mercy, as

Such quality designs for us to live with, as we are at no power

For struggling for life we deserve to have

Where honesty is for food and shelter,

It is rethinking and rethinking,

But we are plunked into that pond

That grows so many fishes,

We are not of that claim,

We are the cultivators,

We are the litigate claimant of the beneficiaries,

We are radically honest,

Yet we are deprived of,

And we are the origin of gaining of so many billionaires.

Yet we are underway. 

Car is resounding, we are dancing.