I Do Not, But The Dog Has Some Worth Poem by Akhtar Jawad

Proceeding to my office, I was on my bike,
I noticed an open man hole in the street,
Welcoming the visitors to adore and like,
The grander of the hole with smells so sweet!

The addicts had stolen and sold its covers,
The police being paid every month by purchaser,
A handsome sum for it and others,
Popularly known as 'bhatta', a right of enforcer.

I saw a dog in the open man hole,
Trying hard and hard to get out of it,
He looked at me with his hopeful sole,
Please help me, my lord, just a bit.

I was so late and I knew it well,
If I help him I'll have to change,
My affected dress with a bad smell,
A struggle was inside, with my goodness in a cage.

Meanwhile a sweeper with a bamboo in his hand,
Came for the rescue of the helpless dog,
He was looking like an angel, great and grand,
Helped the dog who jumped out like a frog.

He moved his tale, the nature had trained,
Looked at the sweeper with his grateful eyes,
If I would have helped him! I exclaimed,
The sweeper's name I saw at the skies.

You are much taller and greater than me,
We are men with garbage, and you are the cleaner,
The lord of the moment you are taller than me,
It doesn't matter that you are a sweeper.

And what of myself, a selfish white collar!
The worst on the face of this lovely earth,
Never thankful, to my helpful Master!
I do not, but the dog has some worth.