The thing that pierces the thick darkness of the midnight
is not the stars, but the barking of the dog!
I don't rear any dog; but still I search for the dog
That I missed; there are no streets without roaming dogs;
But these have their own kingdom with their boundaries,
These do roam all sorts of colors except green and blue!
The street dogs looking for posts with raising its hind leg
Sleeping curled like a rubber coil, digging the road side
Waste bins for left outs, with angry looks grunting,
Running without any aims get exhausted with frothing
From the mouth and hanging the tongue out;
Chased by everyone and stoned by children!
But the pet dogs drink the milk, eat the dog biscuits,
Go for walk with the owner wagging their tails,
Live like as if ‘born to live with a purpose'!
In this wide spread earthly world where
There are higgledy-piggledy of variety of dogs live,
I couldn't at all get the dog that I lost!
May be it may be the one of the offspring of the dog
That went with Dharma, elder of the Pandava to the heaven!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem