The Power of Black - Poems on Humanity , Social Cause - volume 1

SALUTING THE STREET DOGS .

You unsparingly reprimanded them when they ferociously barked – mischievously chased other damsels of their fraternity and indulged in the most uncivilized of fights,

You lambasted them – instantaneously unbuckling your waist belts – for chasing your car down the quiet highway; annoyed that its flamboyant splendor was marred by the unscrupulous behavior,

You ; at occasions ; drove at breakneck speeds – thrusting the reason to be an
emergency – and mowed through their peaceful abodes which were haphazardly
strewn across the orphaned road,

You hurled stones randomly on their innocuous bodies – on the spurious pretexts of them being besmirched with dirt and debris from the gutters – and intruding the spotless environs around you with their hapless demeanor,

You incorrigibly refused to touch them or any part of their body even an insouciant iota – scientifically quoting the fact that this could lead to rabies and a host of unceremonious disease – with statesmanly like pride,

You sprayed the most opulent of your perfume in the air if they trespassed your house walls uninvited – terming the stench that thereby emanated as abhorrently unbearable – though you yourself hadn't taken a bath since many days ,

You had the best laugh of your life as they traumatically wailed on the pavement beside you – sadistically consoling yourself of emphatic victory for the day – though the boss had just nonchalantly fired you ,

You took excruciating effort to find the contact details of those government vans who could uncouthly pick them up from your locality – complaining against the dirt ; disease ; unhygienic conditions ; and waste that they spread – and surprisingly this was the only matter you found worthy in your existence to rebel,

You side-lined them as the lowest strata of the society – an irascible menace to every religion existing under the Sun ; barbarically shutting the doors on their mouth – even as you rejoiced and celebrated bounteous opportunities of survival,

You took potshots at them with your freshly purchased air-gun – placing apples and other nondescriptly sized objects on their heads – as this placed you in a princely pedestal ; not ever mustering the courage to sit a real throne,

You horrendously spat at them – saliva which at instances was laced with obnoxious chewing gum ; tobacco ; discarded food and pernicious tooth prick – as this made you feel seated behind the luxurious wheel of the limousine – though you were currently driving the laborious bicycle,

You used their name as a vindictively hurled expletive – lividly abusing your colleagues with the same – as how to react alternatively and express your emotions never crossed your prejudiced thought,

You took their photographs not to sympathize or flatter – but depict the abysmal state of poverty in your country that could go ahead and win an Oscar – and also because they were earnestly happy to oblige ,

You snatched the succulently tantalizing meals they received sporadically from
philanthropists – wisely declaring that these didn't befit them – when the abject reality was that the hole in your own plate had just gotten a trifle bigger,

You mercilessly beat them with approximately the same sized and complexioned stick that your counterpart had hit you with – for here there was not the tiniest of reprisal as you flaunted your non-existent bravado – and yet you felt you'd had your revenge,

You ferociously kicked them left, right and center as you walked the muddy trail – as if they were barricades of loose sand that hampered your path – at the same instant also giving you an opportunity to demonstrate your powerless might,

You bizarrely held their impeccable new born kids by their feet upside down – to
worthlessly demonstrate how helpless they were in this gargantuan world – whereas God was ; is and shall be ; the ultimate master and invincible decision maker of his entire planet ,

You brutally sold them to unsuspecting foreigners who presumed they were yours – as you artificially cuddled them in your lap – to earn that indispensable currency coin and consume that quintessential meal to survive ,

Yet . And ironically . You ; still salute these 'Street dogs' whom you pugnaciously
abandoned and hideously punched – as they guarded you in their own inimitable
natural capacity in the thick of the blackened night – and then their discordant growl was the sweetest sound to your ears ; as you knew their mortal forms were there to protect you – even as the thieves crept .