The stray dogs
No chance to choose
Live this way
Roaming the streets
Even humans too
Homeless or vagabond
Live under the bridges
Sleep on the corridors
The stray dogs or humans
A test of fate of a life
The suffering and pain will tell
The past misdeeds have to be paid
The kind souls can offer
Meals and water of help
The homeless may get aids
Let them have a chance to walk tall
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