The fish seek for air,
the blood gushing through, his scales palpitating.
I throw it back into the river,
I tread into the dense part of the jungle,
the fishes look at me,
I don’t find peace,
my violent desires should be relinquished.
The auburn tail and rainbow scales stop flapping,
I stand very still,
for a moment it is very serene.
Who shall transpire first?
-Aishwarya Khale
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