A net, fish and the ocean

I am a net and I have to obey what Master says.
I also like to get a rest as the others
But he throws me into the water day & night for a big catch.
What can I do my little fish?
We are eternal foes in this dirty game
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I am a fish and my Master never allow me to live ashore.
But my question is why people come to sea and catch us?
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I am the ocean and I watch the sky forever.
Horizon is an illusion and we never met.

* To the author, Ernest Hemingway for his precious novelette 'The old man and the sea'.

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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