A Dog's Life

I sleep on a bed,              

Get timely food

And a scrub on body,

A beautiful shelter,        

And a caring trainer

Who treats me like a buddy.

I play with balls,              

Toys and frisbees

Go to competition

Get laurels for the owner,          

Grooming at a parlour

And a lot of attention.

I live like a king,               

Mess around the house

That’s always in order.

My exotic breed,            

Is a symbol of status and power

May or may not be a pet lover.

How about your fate?  

You starve and cry

No medicine when ill.

No proper playmate,    

Rain bath is a blessing.  

It’s no life- neither survival in will.

You accommodate,       

With homeless humans,

Yourself in the night.

Under the bridge,           

To get a little place

All of you fight.

Sometimes I wonder,   

God is so kind

But, why not to all?

My life’s better,

Than many humans

Struggle for survival.

I feel pity for you,           

Be a breed dog

In your next birth

More fortunate               

Than being poor

On earth.

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