That Two-Legged Rascal Poem by Usman Hanif

That limp legged ol' dog is gazing into my eyes
In my mind, reading the fluctuating, bubbling lies
He is indecisive, whether to runaway or accept me
he turns to that loaf of bread and then to me

He is actually visualising my old cruelties on him
'Cause i am that two legged rascal who inflicted on him
I am that two legged rascal who mashed his paws and tail
That rascal who just passed over his neverending pain

The one who treaded over his wagging tail for pleasure
and the one who snatched his bone, his only treasure
I was the one who shot his mad brother's head
And he is just demanding my response; at what is done

A car passes by, screaming, roaring, as if about to kill
And ants start crawling on that loaf, but he is still
Still remembering the car in which i sat and ignored,
his presence, smashed him, what he did... just groaned

But now he is in mists, fogs, flying far above me
Still That small loaf of bread is drying beside me
And yet he is still, hesitant, gazing at me,
thinking hard, whether to lick, bite or bark at me

I am sitting there, ready to kneel or run
my hand moves itself, to run through his ears
to soothe him and stop his drying tears
And those rascals observe us and show sneers

And that beautifully dressed lad threw at him
the stone that transformed me from moral to grim
And he is now running away decisively, gazing at me
and then at the loaf, which is now mocking at me...