a fisherman cannot sell his fish to other fishermen

 

a fisherman cannot sell his fish to other fishermen

it was all nicely going on .  the fishermen catching the fish and taking to the village and selling, and people buying calmly and all living happily.

one of them influenced by the aggressive commercialism else where, thought to open a mall to increase his sale

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accordingly he organized himself to catch enough fish and started to market it at the beach where in the nearby colony all fishermen lived
being they all fisherman, every one was only a seller, there was not a single buyer.
and fish staled, stinked.

where there is no learning, there cannot be teaching.

every one wants that other fellows must learn from his teaching saying that mine is the best, not knowing, refusing to know that there can be better stuff, if only one is prepared to receive

we forget our purpose of existence to strive for liberation, 

but we trying to teach that to one and all ,without ourselves knowing it , without attaining it, yet trying to pass the message to as many as possible , with ultimate sincerity and devotion , in the process entangled in unending debates and arguments as if that is the biggest achievement in life. 

i am no fisherman, fishing in troubled waters
i am a fish, i be with the fish, in deep waters

no wise fisherman can net me in
i stay in my deep within

seeing playing watching all the fish inside
and being vary of all fishermen outside

neither i catch any fish, 
nor kill nor sell their flesh

i watch and catch their merry play 
in my mind's lens, and bring it all out to display

that's my simple play
it's all in my own way

I not to hurt, or flirt
only to sport, and support

fish are more enlightened 
than the fishermen most enlightened, 

they do not blink 
do not wink

they sink
yet survive without a kink