Once existed a cute puppy in street
Who used to jump, sing and dance with his fleet
But up there in sky someone was jealous
And people say his ways are mysterious
The puppy was crushed by a wheel of fate
And his soul fled grieving his friends and mates
Scene gruesome made puppy's mother insane
She barked, each passing vehicle is bane
Then dogs gathered in condolences meet
And growled that, vehicle owners are cheats
Now their groups chases moving cars and bikes
And terrorize human beings and his likes
But why punish humans who always cry
Instead howl at God, who enjoys from sky.
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He never enjoys from sky....his incarnations die as mirror image of his very name what people call him or sometimes howl at-he howls back saying he has no solution as he is himself a victim of his creation.So paranoia continues.Perhaps life is balanced on earth with an irony called death.Well written.Thought provoking