The dog looks hungry, as it is a stray,
A piece of meat and some food to make it gay,
Shakes its tail as fast as it can,
Stands near the gate for fun and bun,
Runs to and forth rubbing the fence,
The human at home becomes its friend,
Then a group of its relative stray arrives,
The kind hearted person goes out to feed,
On seeing the human coming towards them,
All start to bark and the first stray is one of them.
The same People who have kind words to share with us,
When we are alone with them at home or on the roam,
May backbite and act like a stranger,
when we are with others in a crowd,
where people gather for a function or a gossip.
An interesting poem and interesting how the dog chose to bark with the crowd. Mob mentality and hypocrisy are close mates.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Let the dog of your kinder imagination live ever. The picture of the stray dogs fades before the ghosts of humans in larger number haunt our literature. What I feel is because of the rare possibility of certain element of truth being found in what you say here, we have to spare the animal as he is man`s best friend ever.