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Stray dog is one
That roams the streets at his will
With his tongue lolling out
His curved tail at the back for a quick run
Or it might be tucked between hind legs
Looking like a frightened man
He might be on the run for his safety
Those feeding him are beloved ones
With a gratitude for their morsel
Faithfully lying day and night guarding their house
It might be at the front yard or the backyard
Barking at strangers as thankful to the acquainted
With his tail wagging and ears straightened up
Sitting on hind legs awaiting a bit of bone
With his staring looks that arouse pity
With a sign of his hunger or happiness
When he is driven away with a cudgel
He keeps returning again and again
That might evoke fun or fury
Who he would ask
For cure and care
In times of sickness
Rare is the time
None would spare
So bounden is the duty
He feels to guard the street
None assigned it, but an act at will
Not just a day or Sunday
Or Monday but every day
Asking no one for a slice of bun
If given at mercy, quickly it is done
Language of silence or body language
He might be endowed with by birth
It is up to a man or a woman to make it out
Quick in response to somebody’s call
No difference he makes
Between the poor or the rich
It could be surely the poor blessed
With no napkins but rags
After all, cleaning up
Baby’s faecal bottom, cloth matters
No matter wherever he lies napping
It is he who hastens to attend in no time
Licking up the floor to the surest clean
There he dons the role of a scavenger
Or playing healthcare aid
Awaiting the second turn of faeces
It is up to the infant to shit or shut
When hope shatters he returns his way
Much better he is than a human being
Not just in scavenging but in mating too
He tracks the reason for mating season
For him are the surest fruits in vision
Unlike a man with no fruits in fullest season
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