If I Were Her Dog
Poverty clipped my wings
and left me alone wriggling in pains
I fluttered lot
I muttered lot
I nothing got
I wandered over hills and down dales
holding fast on assurances of heaven
sometimes I caught on thorns and
others; thorns caught on me.
Every day a new sun came to my door
carrying the poor old questions and set
further behind the hills leaving back
the same worries for the day to follow
Yeah! it was yesterday
I walked down a rich street
shouting aloud ‘Firewood! Take firewood '
my ribs creaked under the burden of woods
over my head. I swept quick and fast looks
around to probe the buyer of my faggot
just then, a sight met my eyes.
Ah! there on steps of a Bungalow, was a girl
far fair and bursting with voluptuousness
she lavishly plied her dog with sweets.
my mouth watered and I wished I were the dog!
I might have eaten the sweets my fill
I must have chances to ride in her car
In her company, I might have enjoyed
everything, even the unspeakable? !
If I were her dog...
poem by Madhav Sarkunde
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