The unspoken reality
Maybe I am not allowed in the society
Maybe I am not fitting in the society
But wait
what society?
The society who beats me with rods?
Or the society Who crushes me by there vehicles?
Or the society where we are selled in the negotiable prices?
Ahh..or society who throw the stones towards me?
Or the society who tries there best to make me feel died even by living?
Or the society where we are kept in the cages?
Or the society who chase my hunger?
Maybe we are not fitting in the society or maybe we aren't meant to be fitted!
But ready to expel there karma!
I guess maybe now you all have guessed who I am?
Some people call me there therapy
Some people call me there headache
Some aren't meant to be called
But
In my opinion
I am the best creature in the whole universe with four paws and one tail..??
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