Gold fish

By Archita Nongthombam

I haven't fed that gold fish for days, Haven't changed its water for days. Inside that algae circumference, It floats lifeless, sprang twice Few moments more and it's over. I have killed it, killed it sober. It nibbled on the glass barrier To get closer when I fed her. Swam around her small space While it grew bigger than the case, I adored her in the close So I couldn't bear it, slightly ever, And I killed it, killed it sober.

Her orange fin, it spread like wing So I cut it with a swing; Others might know of her being That goldfish, that common thing, She grew bigger every day Indifferent to my dismay, So I killed it, I killed it my way.

By Archita Nongthombam