The tattered man
Sitting under a leafless tree
Sitting under a leafless tree
Holds his bleak head high
Till the depth of the night.
Elapsing minutes weakens
His faith on heavens
That revolves with the diurnal course
Of losing life!
His conviction began melting.
And lo! a diseased dog brought
A left over half consumed refuse
Of some stomach stuff!
Sharing the food with animal deity
Restored his belief in the omniscient
Who knows every one's need!
Who knows whose
Trust needs to be restored!
Composed by © M K Mishra
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