Fish In The Bowl Poem by Tirupathi Chandrupatla

Fish in the bowl
Seem to delight
Those who view
But is that true?

Fish in the bowl
They move inside
Air's supplied
Food's dropped.

Life for the fish
Is life in the bowl
There's no freedom
Of sea around.

Missing company
Of friendly school
Ever-fresh sea weed
And renewing moss.

Life's so dull
In limited space
Torture they feel
No one knows.

Hope people know
Freedom they cherish
Is also available
To fish and fowl.