Aquarium

The fishes ….
What do they do ..?
Eat up the globules,
Swim and slip
Is it life to live and gay?

Man builds a prison of water
For his peace;
Tiny prisoners swim to breathe
The bubbles of innocence
To make the prison
Their home.

A synthetic lake
Of  colour and shake
Made, not for belly
But for harmony and silence;
Holy thoughts
No prison make.