In thunder, lightening and rain
A dog was crying with pain
For he had no shelter to hide
So, in my veranda he remained coiled
He was shivering with cold
Being drenched with water looked rather old
Then I gave him his everyday food
Which, to take greedily, he stood
And clutched the loaf in his mouth
And ran towards the direction south
But, in a little while he was back fast
To get the loaf again that he probably lost
I was standing still at the gate
He came to me again as if to test his fate
Though it was the late hours of the rainy night
I felt moved seeing his plight
Then I managed to find a loaf again
But the poor dog disappeared in the dark and rain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem