The comfort of being alone

Is that the pain chews to the bone

Are you still a man when without love

A life spent for a miracle from above

Your parents didn’t approve of me

Your friends didn’t approve of me

You didn’t approve of me

So what could I possibly do, to have you?

Fate is that hand dealt to one

It takes prisoners none

No recourse to change what’s done

Even if I actually were someone

So I must accept my fate

Go back to my dog crate

Wait for a walk or to be bathed

Or for just a single embrace

That is my hand this is fate

To bide my time in this crate

मनु स्मृति poetry by Rakesh Shukla

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