I befriends with the man
from his birth
barking on the shadows
which pests his being
escorting his creed
and the herds...
i was guided by the time
of being tried and true...
in scorching days
and restless ebbs
I follow his path on every walks..
culling his solitariness
with my woofs...
i was the buddy of all sorts
barking and biting
is in my traits
but one lauded
and rest fated.... ???
why this bias girdled his fame
is it the choice that graves his name ?
my woof is prudent
but bite folly
which is cured by excision only
no love soothes me
is the faith...
but an adz or a gun to decimate.
and here man slaughters a man
lynched the rewards and gifts pain
spills the blood in the drain
and is aided in contempt of
being "Insane"....................
???????????
(Let Silence beholds our Cry....)
Majid Marazi
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