Saaveri Dhekney - ' Fishy Tales

A talk by a dying fish:
The sun so brazen
It parched my throat

I felt the coarse gulp the froth
Cuddle my love
Look into my deep crimson eyes

I know
Thou shall uncover my robe
To reveal the least

Keep me yours
Not the eye of the beholder
You’ll wave me your last

I know
Snowing me with zest

Saaveri Dhekney

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