Stray Dog - Poem by Naveed Akram
From the beginning of the book
A stray dog barked, walls hid it in splendour.
One evening, it worked its way to hard
Ways, feeling like gods of the dogs and joys.
It was felt by passing beggars around the collar,
Its venom was its rough, rough tail
That wiggled with wonder as the wind won.
From this book of dogs is the boy of a dog,
Who feels like comical themes,
Attracting the dog of dogs in so many ways,
That this huge dog of danger was at loss.
It wanted to bang, bark, barter its time
For the boys and girls who looted the shops
Nearby, such as the ice-cream shop,
And the apple-pie stand.
After the food of some danger,
A dog had found a spot on the felons.
The felons or boys neared it collectively,
Bespeaking words of wonder and eye-some
Details of the flesh.
This destroyed the dog,
Then the dog bruised the nearest boy,
Feeding, leading to disaster,
For the bite was a devouring mistake.
Poor boy, poor professional boy of the
Awkward children had just traded with the
Canine canary, the bite was of the lightest sort
But a bigger bag of infection:
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