The dead fish

“The fish is dead…” my brother sighed in disappointment and added, “…but we provided it with seawater, food, oxygen…we decorated the aquarium with colorful lights…we did everything to keep it alive, didn’t we?”

“Probably what we called its home was nothing but an enclosure; however much you decorate it, it still remains painful…” I looked intently at the dead fish.

“…the only difference is we humans don’t die so easily…we keep calling that cage our home throughout life, and end up living with a broken heart and a dead soul…” my heart ached for it.

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– Chirasree, a dreamer.

Three Line Tales

8 thoughts on “The dead fish

    1. Thank you 😇

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  1. Beautifully written, the cage is not confined to being a home!

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  2. Very thought provoking! Well written, short and sweet as usual!

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    1. 🙂 thank you…glad you liked it

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  3. That’s so sad. Well written as always 😊

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    1. Thank you 😇

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