Dog And The Bone

As we walk through the streets

We see all anxious for more.

The dogs are much better than us

Who are happy with food sweet or sour.

We find very little dogs

Who walk on two feet.

Everyone just wants the bone

Fruitful yet white as sheet.

For That precious bone

People sacrifice their etiquette.

They just turn into greedy pigs

And forget those memories with mates.

Life gives us many chances

To turn into the dog.

The bone is just a portkey

To lead you to darkness and fog!!