My Friend, Sniff You Not My Legs, Nose, Mouth, Lick You Not Please, No Intruder Am I, My English Hindustani, Said I, But The Alsatian Or German Shepherd Dog Kept Following Me Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

My Friend, Sniff You Not My Legs, Nose, Mouth, Lick You Not Please, No Intruder Am I, My English Hindustani, Said I, But The Alsatian Or German Shepherd Dog Kept Following Me



I entered the door
After the assurance
From the neighbor,
But the dog kept ogling,
Following and following me,
Sniffing and sniffing
And following me,
Howling and snarling,
Snarling and howling loud.

On seeing it coming,
Coming towards,
Afraid of thought I
Of taking shelter,
Got it not,
Wanted I to call somebody
But nobody was there
To hear my calls,
Calls frantic,
The frantic efforts made.

Instead of my prayers to it,
Assurances given,
Said with confidence
Took to not,
The Alsatian dog came it,
Appeared before me
A large dog,
Big dog howling before
Howling, snarling and barking
And ogling,
Ogling me.

Said I, said I,
Leave it, leave it brother,
But heard it,
Heard it not,
Leave it, leave it, brother,
Btu heard it not,
Kept sniffing my pants and shirt,
Licking my toes,
My hands and face,
Licking and licking
And trying to recognize.

My God,
My God, where did I get trapped,
Said I,
Prayed I,
Bail You,
Bail You, God,
This time I have entered his house
Never shall I again
Say I holding the ears,
Father, father
Called I,
Father, father,
My father,
But none was there!

Said I, said I
My English, my English Hindustani English,
I not an Englishman,
Not an Englishman,
But an India, Indiaman,
But instead of it, it kept barking,
Barking and barking,
Howling, howling and howling,
Snarling, snarling and snarling
And I in fear afraid thought of
Taking shelter,
But no shelter, shelter got I.

The dog went on, went on following,
Following me
Wherever went I,
Followed it,
Following my steps and slippers,
Barking with the fall of the foot and the step taken
I thinking my safe, safe and heavenly retreat,
The more and more feared I
Barked it more and more,
Snarled and howled
And howled
Following me, me and my footsteps.

Holding the talks with,
Cutting short my visit,
Curtailing it
Thought I of my retreat
Instead of the scolds of the master
In calming it down,
Instead of his yells,
Finally came I out
Saluting the house, the dog, the master,
God the Almighty
Whose creation is this,
My chance and luck
With the promise of
Never to enter gain
As escaped I once.

Saturday, November 19, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: art
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