Short Prayer
Lord, I whittle
under the human race
animals seem better
they bear pain,
of living.
We talk about it indefinitely.
Our own only, poised between
death and life- tripping sorrows.
We bear anguish of people,
professedly loved.
Animals seem better.
They don't hate.
Only snarl, bite and of course kill.
Lord, we kill too.
Pray.
Ananya S Guha
Shillong, INDIA.
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