Stray-Ed Life

At the foot of Ardent sun, the beauty waned away, abreast To the hungry waves eating one's traces And, turtles and crabs. An eye is begging for kindness Mere for one meal, love, and not all alone A lot of it, we busy ignoring The wail sounding over the mind You excuse- 'The kind may thrive they to bite us' And I wonder, what's the difference between us and them? They broke the choke collar to mend the freedom they lost by roping all-day alone in your yard or You abandoned them like trash in the street If u can't alms, the kindness to they Don't chase and hurt them with your excuse