Taming a Stray Dog

From stinky drain water
Left over rotten stuff
to milk, biscuits and chicken bones

From bed of dusty straws to
Cloth covered coir
Siku
Rose from slums to a house

Wore a coloured belt round his neck
And a copper coated shining leash
I thought
It was enough for a dog to make a life. 

Yet when unleashed,
he rushed to the streets
I whipped to bring him back
To straighten the tail that is bent. 

What is there, in the streets
Straying here and there,
I ponder and ponder...

My Siku has a simple reaction
He shakes his tail
Like a ply card of dream demand.

Appealing for a round,
I unleash the guy
To whip him later to my concrete cage
I call house.