These Canines: Stray and waste Doomed to beg and feed A saving, amounting to time's scoldings An earning of world's off-shooing. No rest at night, nor comfort at dawn; Gutter for residence, and garbage for home. Make them fight, one-another if deviant; Show them morsels, give them a bite. They feed on everyone's kicks; They're dead, fed-up unfed. Humans are sure, to forget all ego and pride; These trodden creatures, if raise their head. If they wish, they can own the world; And chew their masters up to their bones. Someone remind them of the inflicted insults Someone awake them of sleeping impulse.. Translated: 13 June,2011
He was found today, Lifeless- Silent. In his studio apartment. The door-mat was littered With three day's newspapers. And bills thereof , Showing dues of three months. Reeking of tobacco And marijuana, And of decaying flesh. Few notebooks Spread around him. The laptop was still on, Plugged in the power socket. A cellphone showed five missed calls, And four messages All from one number. An e-mail Open on the laptop screen; That read rejection. And a haiku, On a parchment; read - "Enough! I evade; I am finally going to rest." Dated 16 May, 2011
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