Wounded Dogs

We roam hither thither for food and love,

Those who love us have no food to eat.

Those who have food do not show love ever.

We are called as the stray dogs.

Wounds all over the body,

Care and concern from nobody;

We have right to live and survive

Why do you snatch away our gift of life?

Empty roads make us merry,

My kith and kin still worry.

Garbage bins are our daily bread and wealth,

Still you never let us eat and we starve to death.

We look Cheeky and skinny, pale and passive;

People love hairy and chubby, lovely and massive.

We wear our hearts on the sleeves.

They adore submissive and meek souls.

Literally God is in direct contrast of Dog,

May be the reason is, he rules against us.

He lets us hungry and sultry even in fog,

Treats us like aliens in our own world of fuss.

Wounded Lion is ferocious

Why a wounded dog is obnoxious