Musing 18 Poem by shuvo chakraborty

Donkeys are at cross road on new year
Being draped in attires blazing amid snows,
Braving cold hundreds of young and old
Tiding the endless way without fatigue.
They wont deviate from the trodden way,
Pursuing each other close being loyal
to scripted itinary and instincts age old,
Never to dare lapping higher than horses.
Regimented souls, meek and happy forever,
Delivering best for a loaf without any rest.