I am a Street Dog
I am a Street Dog!
Not an apple of anyone’s eye,
no one calls me sweety pie
a humble creature of the Almighty
devoid of every honour and dignity
I am bashed by all to stay no where
for the quest of life, roam here and there
world is my home , God my saviour
only He loves me and my behaviour
no human but nature looks me after well
in its lap i play and fed in a magical spell
sky is roof and the earth my cozy bed
I am a poor Street Dog, not a darling Pet !