Dying Lion

Behind the blue bars
The ailing lion paces in frustration since Monday.
He paws at every crack;
It’s look like a secret lock,or secret door to him and
he would like to unlock it.
He tries with all his might
to flee from this,his prison lair.
The ailing lion
In last desperate attempt throws
himself at the bars to break them.
Now guite unconscious
he falls down in a corner
On to the concrete cold.

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