I am sitting here, near the river
with sufferings of mosquito bites
with hooks, tiny ropes, and preys for fish
To have a catch of live fish.

I Know it is a fraudulent way
To cheat the fish with suitable preys
To be hooked, and caught in live
For a days entertainment the live fish.

I don't care about its gender
It may be feminine, masculine, or gay
I want it for my own dishes
Still in my mind I know it is cheating.
Against the principle of justice.

After all the world is moving that direction
Somewhere in the news, every day the preys
succumbs in its injuries made by a criminal
Who seldom interested the plight of his prey.

Show concern and sympathy and respects
To the victims of criminal acts of violence.
Where dignity of a human being is in danger
Just like the hooked fishes of water we read.

Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

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