Musing 58 Poem by shuvo chakraborty

Musing 58

How tried looking ye
How pitiful the yawning look,
Measured rest waits for you
Upon the thrifty cozy bed.
Those traverse the impediments
Of unforeseen fate early or late,
Those upon the fringe of wealth
Contenting for having the waste,
Street dogs squabbling for rotten bread
Or dogs premium barking from arcade.

Friday, February 16, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: dogs,fate
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