An Appeal Of A Street Dog Poem by Pravat Kumar Mandal

An Appeal of A Street Dog
Pravat Kumar Mandal

I'm a street dog thin and little
Neglected and despicable.

O naughty boys, don't throw the stones
That hurt me hard and break my bones.

For a long time I haven't been fed
So, I'm too weak to raise my head.

Unkindly I'm kicked and beaten.
I have to sleep in the open.

So many stains on my body
Make me morbid, glum and moody.

I am traumatised with your tease.
I want to live, let me live please.