Theme: Freedom

Taming a Stray Dog


From stinky drain water

Left over rotten stuff
to milk, biscuits and chicken bones

From bed of dusty straws to
Cloth covered coir
Rose from slums to a house

Wore a coloured belt round his neck
And a copper coated shining leash
I thought
It was enough for a dog to make a life. 

Yet when unleashed,
he rushed to the streets

I whipped to bring him back
To straighten the tail that is bent. 

What is there, in the streets
Straying here and there,
I ponder and ponder...

My Siku has a simple reaction
He shakes his tail
Like a ply card of dream demand.

Appealing for a round,
I unleash the guy
To whip him later to my concrete cage
I call house.


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More By  :  Prafulla Sahu

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Comments on this Poem

Comment Freedom is a passion, we are mostly conditioned to confirm to the rules of discipline set by other people and also enriched in our time too. But those who dream, they deram despite the chains. Why straighten the tail that is bent, may be to put our value system in to his curtailing and curbing freedom! Great lines.

Bijoy Chandra Mohapatra
31-Mar-2012 01:27 AM

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