Words and Photograph Arwa A.
Succumbing slowly to sheer neglect,
Dull, dry and shrunken –
I gave up on hope and you; on life.
I chanced a look outside and saw,
Such lush a blanket beneath,
So spurred I was to restore life.
Then akin to a frantic devotee’s care,
A sudden burst of tender green!
Soothed and renewed – you sprung to life!
As I watched with glistening eye,
A foliage of hope pierced the gloom –
Withered juxtaposed with the promise of new life!
A lesson so profound – Oh Mighty Man!
The simple magic of tender loving care –
Yes, even you can offer the gift of life!
Headlights glare, horns blare, motorists speed by,
Callous stare and brush-offs by passers-by.
They say for dogs, not humans the city sidewalks are –
Being human barely suffices – never mind the scar.
What would it be like to dwell in a place called home,
In a world so vast, I long for – a little space my own.
Set out from my tiny hamlet with hopes of a better life,
A peaceful slumber is all I ask, amidst the daily strife.
Shunned as the clutter on urban streets – such is my plight!
Dreams and even lives get trampled in the dark of night.
So does every drunk, dogma or dog surpass being human?
Shrinking from life, how truly I wish – we’d learn being human[e].