The Bliss of a Fish

The Bliss of a Fish

There was a time when life was bliss

and the next day, I found myself a fish.

A fish was I, who knew no bliss,

And knew no pain, so I couldn't miss

You with your words and thoughts of gold.

You with whom I wanted to grow old. 

Love so real it made my heart bold.

And blind to the fact that yours had turned cold.

I swam and pooped like fishes do.

And knew no more of me and you.

In four years time, my gills breathed their last,

And all of a sudden, I remembered our past.

My scales were skin, my bowl was gone.

I was through with schools, ready to move on.

But one thing I missed, and this was bliss.

For in my hands, you were a fish.