Twelve hours since I’ve been here,
All the eyes that looked at me without a tear,
Which is colder?
My body or your careless glare,
Nobody came to mourn me,
I am just a street puppy,
On the side road I lie,
The soul has bid me goodbye,
I cannot tell heaven from hell,
Where do dead animals’ soul go, please do tell?
Maybe a car tire pressed my neck,
It happened too sudden to check,
The sweeper will clean the street,
He is unavailable, so I just forever sleep,
Oh! Stupid human, burn my carcass,
It is a dead dog’s last wish.
Touching :(
ReplyDeleteEverything is touching, like even happiness and sadness but these are a kind of things we feel yet not touch.
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