Wants

by Arunansu   May 16, 2008


One homeless brown mongrel
scratching his mangy skin
cavorts beside a food-stall
in summer's shade.
Days slip away on mercy
of leftovers. Seldom he complains.
A slim gentleman gives him
a biscuit everyday, for brushing
his forehead against oily trousers.
A pot-belied man who smells
of turkey, throws bit of a muffin
for licking large-sized gaiters.

Yesterday morn, a heavy boot
toyed with his ears. He brushed
against the heels, but gained
a massive thump. Further attempts
fetched recurring blows, and laughter.

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