Similitude

Like a flock of sheep grazing in the field Antu looks around to have jollity of tilt 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 it to the bay. The one buys it to retrieve the case Antu knows not how to pull his bodily haze. And to proceed more to survive ahead For finding better place somewhere in tent. All there roses for the rich and high Apart from the slums to think at sigh Being poor, living afar the least gallop Passing day and night with only a flop By means of the air to blow before the string As if to manage under the open ring. Like the flower so bustling in the dazzling hill His life slides away like run of the mill. None in the world come ahead to assuage him To carry the message of love in glowing beam.