The Cry.....

 The Cry.....

 (a cry of every street dog)

Why are you humans so rude to us?

What have we done to break your trust?

Is it our fault we are born on the streets?

When God is the one who decides where we sleep...


We dogs have to move around in packs,

So that we don't lose our tracks,

We stay together watching each other's back,

For when we are beaten or attacked...


We dogs mean no harm, we only want to charm,

Even when your little ones stretch out their arms,

Yet we are always hurt and misjudged,

And looked upon with a grudge...


Humans and vehicles hit us on roads,

Yet we always come back to you'll holding up our nose,

We are the only spices who are called 'faithful',

Yet we live a life so painful...


Everybody is looking to buy a dog of the best breed,

While we sit in front of gates waiting for someone to feed,

So, today this poem I write,

Hoping that things will be right...


We ask you humans to stop your vehicles when you see us on the road and not overspeed,

For when we get hurt we too bleed,

We have to sit and wait for hours to be seen and rescued,

And that can happen only through you...


Ours too is a life that's precious in the eyes of God,

And he would never want us street dogs to be the odds,

So one request to the human stressed,

Adopt one of us,don't let us die and you will see how you will be blessed...


                                          Michelle.Mario









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