Tasty Dead Cow
When a wish is grown
Like a wild weed
On your desired field
I am wanted like a soil
You play with utmost
Care and attention
As I am your best friend
After the gratification
The game is declared over
Affection and love quickly fading away
You drive and push hard
Throw me down on the ground
I am your lovely toy
In need of alliance
For your good and bad acts
You put yourself on the driver seat
And make me a vehicle
I give you company like a shadow
Forced to sing beautiful song in your praise
In hoarse and coarse throat of a crow
After the purpose fulfilled
You break the bond, covalent
Mutual respect and honour gone out off ventilation
You become a deadly vulture
And start to eat me alive
As I am your tasty dead cow
poem by Abdul Wahab
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