Alpha

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Lemme tell you about an age-old lore
Of a wolf who walked the earth’s floor

With wounded paws, he moved at his pace
Marking terrains in a vast deserted space

Facing trail of thorns during the day’s quest
The night was his to howl at the moon’s crust

He was a gritty underdog in a world of sheeps
Where only a few minds took such convulsive leaps

The lone wolf just bowed to the ones he adored
Because the pack is the only thing he lived for

As many charted course in an orb that revolved
He became the alpha as he simply evolved

 

Vasan

Tech Enthusiast | Linguaphile | Idealist | Aspiring Content Strategist | Content Writer at Smartprix.com

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