I would like to put it back, <br />Before uprooted and smelled, <br />arranging with my legs, <br />not look too appropriate, <br />as there is no coordination, <br />to call these as hands. <br /> <br />When I tried to push it, <br />It gets ripped and torn, <br />When I try very hard to put it back, <br />Where it belongs, <br />Before it was smelled and scavenged, <br />To keep this place neat. <br /> <br />I couldn’t, as I have four legs, <br />Not two hands and two legs, <br />Those who have the hands, <br />Can do it with ease, <br />Not resort to bite and pick. <br /> <br />Those who have the hands, <br />Can work hard, using the digits and pulleys, <br />To make this world clean and wonderful, <br />Not keeping their hands as legs, <br />To kick to mess to live in trouble..<br /><br />veeraiyah subbulakshmi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/why-i-have-four-legs/
