Hooks And Preys.

I am sitting here, near the river with sufferings of mosquito bites with hooks, tiny ropes, and preys for fish To have a catch of live fish. I Know it is a fraudulent way To cheat the fish with suitable preys To be hooked, and caught in live For a days entertainment the live fish. I don't care about its gender It may be feminine, masculine, or gay I want it for my own dishes Still in my mind I know it is cheating. Against the principle of justice. After all the world is moving that direction Somewhere in the news, every day the preys succumbs in its injuries made by a criminal Who seldom interested the plight of his prey. Show concern and sympathy and respects To the victims of criminal acts of violence. Where dignity of a human being is in danger Just like the hooked fishes of water we read.