A fish was naive and young
Prodded by the society and by her friends
Nervous of the depth and the unknown
Hesitantly, she took off her guard
With friends and family in a merry-making,
Unrealisingly, she went a little deep
Enjoying the initial adventure
Curiosly, she went in to explore more
As is always in the fables,
Soon the storm came rough and strong
With bruises on her body, thrown she was on to the surface
That was the day she stopped going deep
Floating on the surface, sweet and timid
Coconut-like, with heart feeble and blind
She treads the days and nights
Still scared of the deep waters
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