Gliding past the snares of life, gulping the air of life,
The fish a graceful slide it does, in the realms of thee.
Multi-coloured with its wistful eyes, searches for sight of thee,
Yet silently bears all the brunt of nature in its search for thee.
Fury reigns like Helen scorned when away it turns to thee,
Leaving behind its school of past, to new pastures of thee.
Drowning and swimming, it learns to survive as it reaches to thee,
Nothing more humble than a glance of thee as it turns to thee.
Story of our life reflects in these waters as we turn to thee,
From nowhere to everywhere we seem to reach as we turn to thee.
- Dr. Hira