Race Poem by DASHARATH NAIK
Race
Rating: ★5.0
On rising woes
A locked man
Feels himself cursed;
Nowhere to move
Survival doubtful
Sans daily bread;
Cold turns blood
As kids go white
With insipid eyes;
Lured to slip out
He gets ensnared
To lose the race.
©® Dasharath Naik
Saturday, August 14, 2021
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5/17/2024 6:48:30 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Very insightful poem! 5 Stars full