Wandering in the street, certainly not rude
From one road to another playing cute little games,
Each person calling it by
different names
Yet responding to them for food
Some throwing stones, hurting helpless thing
Some giving food, water, doing their little bit;
Some teasing it, some adoring it
Some kind, some rude, street dog tolerates everything
Running from one side to another, quickness is super
Street dog guarding all houses
at all times
Following who give biscuits sometimes;
Sitting at the gate, barking at intruder
Alert, vigilant, friendly and loyal
Expressing it's gratitude through eyes;
Stray dog, yet whole area is it's home, so wise
Bond of friendship, care and joyful
Living it's fate, just needs love and little cared
Natural quality is to be kind towards helpless creature
Not harsh attitude needs good-nature;
A little bit of Goodness is only required.
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