I am ecstatic when I see a fish
excited when I hold a bunny
thrilled when I behold a peacock
go crazy when I see a sparrow.

I freeze when I catch a glimpse of a dog
I tremble. I run.
Even the pup scares me. I keep away from the little one.
I fear them from childhood.

While others make me happy
I turn apprehensive of dogs.
Called as cynophobia this psychosis
drives me mad at times
when I visit my friends who hold dogs with love.

My city’s roads have stray dogs at every corner.
Know not when they would pounce on you.
I seldom walk alone on the roads.
The mongrels allow me not to saunter.