The fish in your mind,
Like to swim.
The sharks are called Past,
The piranhas named Regret.
The fish that swims up,
goes as Hope.
Make place for her;
let her pass,
Lest the turtles of Pity,
Push poor Hope away.
The fish in your mind,
Like to swim.
After all… it’s the Ocean
…of your Self
That you have spilled for them…
– mumbai
