Dying piece by piece

Dying piece by piece

Where can I find a place

To rest my exhausted legs

Life has been extracting

Cost of my living days

Need a place that’s safe

Where scavengers won’t tread

Breathing down my tracks

They seem to have caught the scent

For pieces of me dying

Are releasing their stench

©️ShashikantDudhgaonkar

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