The Poor Ass, The Washerman's Dog Neither Of The Home Nor Of The Ghat Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey
The Poor Ass, The Washerman's Dog Neither Of The Home Nor Of The Ghat
The poor ass going,
The poor lonely ass
Left on the roads
Forsaken and distraught
In this age of unemployment and joblessness,
Oh, the poor ass
Left and abandoned
On the roads
And the master caring for
It not!
Wednesday, November 23, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: art
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