Pradip Chattopadhyay (28.01.1961 / Kolkata)

Kick the dog, they kick the dog
Living a life worse than a dog
Shabby smoky hopeless hogs
Used to the lives in the bogs!
The dog is innocent, it’s so good
It scours the streets for food
These guys are dingy, dark and morose
They kick the dog when it’s too close!
The dog wonders what it has done
Why the hell do they kick him?
Is it hatred or a moronic fun?
The dog is baffled by their whim!