Musing 112 Poem by shuvo chakraborty
Musing 112
They will not call it day anyway
Howling to be fed more and more
With satiety larger than seas.
Species very known to us wild
Living to our next door proximate
Being engaged in profitable enterprises
Will roam like birds of prey night and day
And must home return for dine and rest.
In morn houses left like tiger springing
With faces growling for feeders insufficient.
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