Pariah dogs pain me.
I feel for those mute sufferers
But can't fill their life.
Many a times I have dreamed of
A doggery in my backyard
For those giver only friends.
Do for them something tangible
Send appeals to kind souls for charity
Creating a kind of NGO for these bravehearts
Giving them something from the more
They deserve.
I haven't done anything of these.
Under twinkling stars
I feed them scraps
And mourn
When one is less.
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I would like to translate this poem
The goodness in your heart is so evident, Pradip. And I, too, love to feed the stray dogs. Their tails wag, they thank me by licking my hand. When walking away, they give one backward glance. I know they are grateful for this kindness. It makes me feel good.