Often life stops at me
As if to gasp a few more ounce of air
Looking as if lost,
It gazes with its much endured eyes,
Resembling the look of a scared street dog,
Seeking a pail of water and refuge,
There is no escapade,
We have reduced life our life to that stage,
And so the street dog barking all of a sudden,
Reminds us we are alive.
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