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The Bluish
Pushpa R. Tuladhar |
Sometime, someday.
A wild dog
Washed up on the shore
Looked like mauled
By the current of the river.
As the day passed by,
His twiggy body swelled
With his mouth wide-opened.
I'm quite startled
To my eyes beholding
A crab crawled out
Of the dead dog's mouth.
To appease yearning hunger,
The wild dog wandering in the shore
Bewildered, gulped down
The live poisonous crab.
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