Poem by Atmaram

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Poem by Atmaram

 

1. Three Fishes

 

Fishes are of three sorts

One goes nowhere near fisher’s nets

Swims the seas merrily

Monarchs verily

 

‘nother sort gets caught

But like lightning jumps off

`There goes a big one’ say folks

Not bad these, in a trice wakes

 

But a third sort, a lousy one

Caught, it buries itself down

Dreaming itself to be safe and able

Ends up on gentlemen’s table

 

If we can’t contrive to be ever-free

Let’s at least be alert and jump off into our sea.

 

by... Atmaram