Dog's Terror Poem by Aftab Alam

When they, the dogs, lift their leg hind,
We all knew, what's there in their mind,
Area they demarcate- the olfactory of piss,
A dignified run and with proud, air they kiss

When they, devils, lift their gun and define
Legitimate right to kill with disgusted pine,
Area they capture by counting the dead body,
They are spiralled by their Master with lobby,

One is creating the area by the peculiar smell,
The other is creating fear of smell from Hell,