Leaping into the air,
Avoiding the splashes,
The splashes of arrogant opulence.
Admires the expensive vehicle,
As it passes by,
Though left in mud and dirt.
Walks down to the streets,
Seeking refuge in the pits,
Spluttering words of gratitude,
To the spiteful wealthy.
Had become a bird of passage,
Oblivious of people scampering away,
From his disheveled appearance,
Considered objectionable and menace.
Unaware of the origin of his existence,
Yesterday, did witness a talk of hatred,
Hatred for parents,
One possession strongly desired.
Stares into the skies,
Still walking in the dark,
Nowhere to lay his head.
Emaciated and weak,
Waiting for another day in forlorn hope,
And gallantry fighting back tears.
Thinking of the brutal world,
The influx of humans in the city,
Yet humanity non-existent.
On a carelessly left banana peel he trips,
Signs a contract with gravity into an uncovered manhole,
His limbs get broken and he is maimed.
Cries all night in pain and agony,
But they just peep and leave,
Apparently none of their business.
At dawn his spirit leaves,
Troubled and downhearted,
No one mourns for his unfelt existence.
This,
This just a disheartening tale of one,
Sti….ll thinking of…the…the millions,
How do we save humanity from extinction?
~KASHKASH MARGARET~
Written in 2019 @kashkashorates
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