Unfortunate being

They have no mouth to utter a request

To say, 'It's too heavy to carry in scorching sun'.

Yet, they walk arduously under the harsh whip of merciless owner

To reach a destination where they would probably get to rest and feed.

So poor, so pathetic is the life of horses and mine with no option other than

To receive only whippings and put the blame on our fate.

They wander freely with some expectations

To see if they encounter some generous folks,

Who would offer them edibles with good gesture of welcome

To their house where they would feed delicious meat and food.

But to their dismay, they are rather found beaten up to blue.

So poor, so pathetic is the life of dogs and mine with no option other than

To receive only blows and put the blame on our fate.

Contributed by- Lhaksam Chedrup