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Poem Number: One
Theme of the poem suggested by : Tshering Tamang
Date: August 15, 2016
lives a dog with no name.
Ever since its birth,
it has always been the same.
"Doggy! Puppy!" tongue-click noises
is all it has got in the name of a name.
Streets is where he has grown.
For his every bark and every groan,
he gets sharp objects and stones thrown.
Lives off of leftovers and wastes unknown.
It's a feast for him if he gets hold of a bone.
Always been hit with sticks and shouted upon,
Never really knew the meaning of a comfort zone.
Never really knew what home, love and care meant,
Survival was the only thing on his Maslow's Pyramid.
Never been treated with love, fear became his nature,
Scared dog with his tail down, the impact was major.
Scared of having the food stolen by other scavengers,
Ate whatever amount it could, before he sensed danger.
Ticks stuck on the body, no one to give a wash
gets sick with diseases, no one to give a _ _ _ _
No fresh or stale water to quench its thirst,
Wants to ask for water, wants to be heard.
But scared of getting hit,
doesn't even squeak when it hurts.
It's scared of every moving object, barely sleeps.
The most vigilant one on the bustling streets.
Not one kid or a passerby says hello, no Ni Hao!
Fear so deeply injected, it's sacred of a "Meow!"
So the next time you see a street dog,
Know that it could be your best friend.
Don't look at it with disdain,
know that it's been in pain
with no place to shelter in rain.
Eats food everyday with no plate,
recall this the next time you complain.
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