we can't be choosy but to survive

The hungry stray cats

Walking by at the back lane

Once they were fat and nice furs

Now everything changes

They go for anything

They can find at the back lane

The raw bones to suck out the juices

To live for the day

The Indian wives will throw food

Everyday in the morning and evening

The stray cats will wait patiently

Looking to the houses back kitchens

Maybe times are bad under Covid 19

The stray cats can't find any food

They have grown thin and haggard

Lack of food; lack of nutrition

Give some cat food

At time they sniff and look

One cat refuses to eat

Waiting for her turn

It reminds me of beggars

They will ask for ringgit

They don't like shilling

They will stare at you

When we are down the road

Living in the hardship of life

We can't be choosy but to survive

Don't be choosy fight for another day