M.D Dinesh Nair
The Street Dogs
Every morning we walk and run the streets
And you call us street dogs.
No masters to wag our tails at, no houses to guard over
We are doomed to fend ourselves.
Every now and then we grow in number
And you describe it a menace.
No food to eat, no milk to drink
We are made to dine on garbage.
Every evening we withdraw into our dark regions
To sleep till the next morning descends.
No pedestrians come our way, no motorist spares us
Our carcasses lie in pools of blood.
Every now and then we remember them;
Our brethren living in mansions;
They live a life of no wants; nor of any fear.
That is never our concern though.
Spare us a little mercy, we are your ghosts
Pelt not stones at us, we too have pains.
Your chubby baby and pet Tommy are yours for ever
But why aren`t we there in your thoughts for a good cause?
We have no government for us and
We have no politicians nor do we have the scheduled wings
To fight the terror of humanity for a while.
It is an irony up to you ‘man' to brood over.
Every now and then we hear a shriek or sob
We look back and see a few 'street children'.
We see in them a dying civilisation
Which began when the first street was laid for us.
If there comes a judgment Day ever
We shall be the first one to ask Him a question
The question that will be worth a million dollar
'Why did you lay streets for us? '
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