The Street Dogs

The street dogs
The street dogs
Never sleeps, never fairly
They Groans, barks and bites
Bow bow nuisance
In day and nights
Their niche the marketplace

Barking dogs seldom bite
Pet lovers many came at the scene
Took the cute puppies to a kennel
They raised the new ones
Many breeds in high coast
Loyal and loyal in chains
Many mother dogs' teats
Ooze outs milk.
Looks here and there in a rage

Some are panting…
Some are running...
Survival of the existence
Rabid mind came with guns
Hunting begins
Vendors enjoy
Flesh trade persist
Blood bath over
Cleaned the market
No value to its free life
They are stray dogs.

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The Street Dogs

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