When we see a rabid dog in our neighborhood,
He could've been a puppy that once had:
Some comfortable home, some good food,
Some bad barks, Some nice caretakers.
The moment the owners accidentally opened the front gate,
He ran away, he wanted freedom.
They tried to catch him, but he was fast, heavy, and persistent.
All he wanted was to explore the city and be back by evening,
But he was influenced by mean dogs.
He started to choose time with them,
And over time, he got the feeling that this was his real home.
This was the only place where he didn't get blamed for the little problems,
He managed to do things his way.
He was respected and looked up to, and he liked that feeling.
One time, as they were walking through the neighborhood,
They encountered enemy packs.
All his bigger friends ran away, and now the dog's left all alone.
He got bitten once, then managed to retreat.
It's sad, but we don't get to do anything about it,
Because if we do, we'll end up getting ourselves injected 6 times,
Or we lose our lives.
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The Thread of Every Needle (DEMO VERSION)
PoetryThis book aims to provide knowledge about day-to-day objects and imbue them with life lessons. Almost every line offers a new, unique meaning of its own.
