Growling Hounds Poem by J Sheba Anandhi

Growling Hounds



When hounds growl
At the exanimate sun
There's no loss to the sun,
When they do at a person
There'd be a teeny affliction,
Withal with the self-will
If the alive individual
Is determined to let go,
Then too, the growling hounds
Would not stop being covetous,
But the person'd become a dove
Gifting oneself the feel of ataraxis.

Tuesday, January 11, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: peace,criticism,sun,person,dog
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