Written by: Hardik Sharma Phuyal - 29047, Grade VI
Posted on: 16 February, 2023
While going through a breeze,
there comes a light.
I think it as food but,
It's a trap, it's a trap.
I am starving all day,
with my hundreds of friends,
But the fisher has to just,
catch us more and more.
There is greed,
in the human breed.
For their benefit anything
is right, just right.
For their lives,
we are a matter of dust.
As fish, we suffer from hunger
With predators lurking ever stronger.
