Theme: Pain

Cry of India

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A street dog, mangy, with open sores,
ribs protruding like the fasting Buddha
paces back and forth the street,
anguish in her rheumy eyes.

She turns to me with such a look
of desperation that I think
she might turn on me,
instead she lets a mournful cry.

That howl tears through my soul
more resonant than a tantric chant;
a cry for all the homeless ones,
beggars and lepers we ignore.

Her cry ascends into the night,
such sorrow, such pain and loneliness
and a cry rises within my chest.
What to do? Who to save?

That cry is inside me evermore
no matter how fast I walk away.
That cry of India in the night
cannot be ignored.


More By  :  David M Gunson

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