The day Taimur came to my door

The day Taimur came to my door 

Was a hot summer day,

He appeared weak and diseased,

The poor thing stood wagging its tail 

And he was panting 

Emaciated and a bag of bones

A most unfortunate stray dog

On whom my wife took pity

And from the third storey 

Threw a number of chapattis 

Soaked in sweetened milk,

The dog ate the chapattis 

And went back

Then came back the next day. 

He befriended us 

Like no other dog before.

Now he is fierce and violent 

With strangers 

But has plenty of love 

And immeasurable pluck 

And tenacity and we have no fear 

Of my car being stolen at night

Because underneath sleeps 

Taimur and can frighten away 

Both strangers and thieves at night. 

It often barks and disturbs us

In the dead of night 

Yet we can't help owning the good dog 

My pet dog Taimur.