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
A very heartfelt and evocative poem.
Thanks Sadje
You’re welcome ☺️
Excellent and splendid poem. Emotions captured very well. 👍
Thanks a lot Ashish
Very powerful and provocative!
Thanks Dawn for your words