19 till I die

Irony I awaited a local At Andheri of all stations A nagging feeling Testing my patience Mumbai's funny thought I Where shit and gold together lie The best groomed people Their overfed pets The sad plagued people Envying those pets Afore me a sick man lay Harbouring as many worms As straw in hay Blistered skin with infected wounds He was pain personified What more do I say? To his right was a mutt A broken leg, it had no hair Fungal eczema everywhere Ticks at its eyes blinding it Its suffering too gave you a scare The sick man saw the mutt He got up, his temper amuck He couldn't move much Very little energy as such But upset he visibly was He seemingly liked not dogs A diseased body shooed another Drove it in someother direction Both in hunger and in pain The sufferings of both were just the same Both were stray, both were sad Yet an arrogance one of them had And then, what happened next was sadder stil There came a dog, not at all ill. A pomeranian on a leash Its clean white c