The jackals arriving in nights
To search their preys here
The ways are with footpaths of humans
Which they made easy to travel
The jackals roars in night
To make fear syndrome to all
The little boy stood before home
To protect his own cocks kept in cages
The jackals have a difficult night
When the little one came asleep
Jackal cleverly done his job
In the early morning, the cage was empty
The poor boy cried and cried aloud
But the ears of jackals were deaf
The eyes of jackals were blind
The mouth of jackals were dump in days
The world is going with every paradoxes.
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