A dog limped its way
dragging its hurt leg
none took notice of the poor one
as it went all the way limping
Where is it going to go?stared I at the dog
None to give good
and none be willing to do so
I, being afraid of dogs
could do no better
than offer a morsel of bread
that too from a distance .
The fear for dogs
has been in me right from young
as even now I am unable to get over it
it is only for the dogs I nurture fear
with other animals I go about easy.
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