For The Weak’s Sake Poem by P K Joy

For The Weak’s Sake



</>I'm happy that you beat me till your hands lost their strength,
Then took a large bite of flesh from my neck,
And drank my blood till you quenched your fury,
For, in my rescuing process the weak prey is saved from death.

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P K Joy

P K Joy

Mavelikara in Kerala State of India
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