Burdensome it is, yet inevitable,
Carrying loads for your owner
Dreadfully, it makes you a loner!
Even if you are fed with grass,
For you have no joy like zebras.
Gripped in the trench of Samsara,
Highly you suffer like the pimpara
In sincere tone you cry really bad!
Jammed in, you looks really sad!
Karma in itself hasn’t set you free,
Long gap stymie you to be a retiree,
Muttering against your karmic fate
Now you must undergo your ill- fate!
Owner who is really selfish by nature
Pay no heed as you are in defeature
Quiet he stays, only to load you again
Resist him, even if you have no gain!
Sadly he beats you to make you fright,
Tie you low with a rope the whole night.
Under him, you have become a slave,
Vain it is, for you have to pull the nave.
Wheeled on, for your hooves are dead
Xeroxed in mystery,your eyes are dread.
Yet your service would never go in vain
Zipping you, only to open a new curtain.
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