A STORY OF A "STRAY  DOG';-
By pammal hari-hanquill

Born in a now man"s land,
Of course,with sisters and brothers,
(like mundane human beings)and
Like an  "uncared-for family",
Christened as  "Stray dog"

Bearing no mistakes on our part,
we were projected to the mundane world,
to lead a  "life of hunger" and "untold-sufferings".

Though by look we are beautiful,
With wonderful colors,
We remain as "Mongrel pups",
Ofcourse, we get mother"s love and affection
And food to eat-viz mother's milk.

Duly protected by our mother from mischevous urchins,
(Who with their self-aggrandised actions throw stone on ous)
We grow, and grow,upholding the Charles Darwin" theory of Evolution-
"Survival of fittest"

Among us,the lucky ones,
Sometimes get a rich life,
To enjoy the loaves and fishes of dog loving elite,
Who caress  us as "pets".

We grow faster than any other beings,
but to suffer and more sufferings.
Shine or shower-no matter for us ,
So also ,starving,disease etc.
Are made part of our life,
Bearing an ematiated look.

But we have a street of our own,
(the demarcated territoty based on age old practice)

and nobody can tress pass,
and if does the result will be dangerous attack,
To the unwanted visitor.
We have no population control technique,
Since we procreate to the best of our ability.

We grow and grow leading an "Unwanted Life"
Till we are caught by the Nature"s norm viz "death"

By Hanquill-Pammal Hari