gold fish
My attention span is that of a goldfish,
You take me out of my space and my mind will kill all the food of thought that it has saved,
I swim in the bowl that you placed me in,
my space of possibilities are less,
I am not allowed to step into the ocean,
I am worth looking,
But if you glance away,
I shall die,
I am a narcissist give me all your attention,
My attention span is that of a goldfish.
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 something is fishy
The space inside an aquarium is limited,
like the frog that lived a limited life voluntarily in tales,
I feel my life has been forcefully limited,
why is a baby shark in an opposite tank,
when it should be sailing in the sea,
chasing captain hook,
I find it absurd that we are better in fantasy,
and now you see us more in posters,
when oil spills kill,
I stay with my eyes wide open and await the news,
of my fellow fishes being safe,
I stay still and they think I died,
but the truth is in this limited space I can't find my strength to move,
I have become lazy,
I feel the pain and I understand the fake backgrounds,
But humans can't see us until they dive into the blues,
Some can even catch them and make a prey out of them,
So, I stay.
Submitting to the anthropocentric world.
About the Poet
Tejasvee nagar are an avid reader from Mumbai, India. Their pronouns are he/she/they. They follow literary news and keep themselves updated about the literary world as they plan to pursue their degree in English. They have a keen interest in poetry, cooking, baking as well as creating playlists for leisure.