I said polite, humble, mindful of my status
of being one so meagre
so utterly inconsequential in the scheme of things
forever caught in fears profound
averse to risk and dangers of all kinds
one who on all fours
for an extra piece of pizza
or a piece of land
some more broth
or other such things mundane
like love and living.
What makes you so
proud, strong and fearless?
for often I see you
sun bathing in the moonlight
just by the road end
unafraid of the rushing vehicles
threatening to cut into your paws
where you stretch out in leisure
refusing to budge
and glance lazily
or even snore?
What gives you the confidence
If I may ask to cross the roads
when the maddening pace
of man-run machines
heading to god knows-where
rush past as if hungry for a meal
to wander in to the middle of the road
ever so casual ?
you just move your butt a bit
not worried of your tail even
to make way for a lorry or so
Should I call it bravery, or stupidity or courage
I cannot seem to decide?
You, I have often seen
rule the land
which you roam
and with a keen eye
watch every stranger
in the dead of the night.
I admire you much
for such nonchalance.
But so often as I caught in the web of living
rush to a place to stick my butt to earn my bread
attempting to meet my never meeting -ends
and just about survive, forget living!
I have often wanted to stop
to confer this piece of advice
call your brood, Sir
counsel form committees and send declarations
but for god’s sake stay away from the road side
some of my kind being dim wits, half wits and no-wits
can be pretty threatening to the safety of your life.
Live long, Sir.
PS: Tired of seeing dog corpses strewn on the roads across the city! Can the dogs not learn to communicate the dangers of straying close to the roads to their kith and kin? Or can we drive more mindful of them?