All For A Dog

The dog next door
whines all day long.
The cry echoes sadness.

I peep through the wall
call the lady of the house
of the house. She is nowhere
to be seen.

The poor dog continues
his pining. Can he be hungry?
I throw a morsel of bread .
keeps away from the slice.

I do not know his name.
Try to console him, addressing
him as “Tiger”. He remains

He goes on with his weeping
intermittent ‘with snarling.
it turns unbearable.
creates a dismay.

Unable to stand anymore
I drive out intending to return
in the evening. Could find no
other way out.

Where to go? I deliberate.
How am I going to spend
the whole day? I really
do not know.