Contemplation

Contemplation

Like a flock of sheep gnawing in the field
Antu looks around to have jollity of mind

To have the garb to wrap his hurling roof
He is so scared beside the woof.
Asking his mother being unable to stay,
He has to find goblets to put in the bay.
The one buys it to retrieve the case
Antu knows not how to pull his bodily haze.
And to proceed further to survive ahead
For finding a better place somewhere to be fed.
All their roses for the rich and high
Apart from the slums to think at sigh
Being poor, living the least gallop afar
Passing day and night with only a flop
By means of the air to blow before the string
As if to live like the gallant offspring.
Like the flower so bustling in the dazzling hill
His life slides away like run-of-the-mill.
None in the world comes ahead to assuage him
To carry the message of love in a glowing beam.