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if i were

English: Horse shot at Munnar

English: cat and dog Español:gato y perro

If I were a castaway horse stranded outside your ranch
Would you take me into your premium stable-suite
Or would you call the Indian on me
Who would blame you anyway

If I were a stray dog hanging around your gate
Would you let me into your warm house
Or would you call the pound on me
Who would blame you anyway

If I were scruffy kitten being chased by a bulldog
Would you rescue me
Or would you let me be
Who would blame you anyway

If I were an orphaned cockroach scurrying in your kitchen
Would you let me to the dustbin full of fresh leftovers
Or would you call the exterminator on me
Who would blame you anyway

If I were an ant struggling in the spider’s web
Would you take me back to my nest
Or would you watch to see my fate
Who would blame you anyway

P.S.: A human being the worst of all creatures and architect of his own doom
Suffering inside but defiantly feigning bravado outside
Yet You forced your help through to him
Who would not thank You

Yet they despise you!

However it goes down… With YOU

You can plant me like a wild humpy camel beside a cool stream
Tend to my fragile juggly bones as you watch me joyfully beam
Soft-brush my skin till it smoothens and shines and even horses envy
Feed me with premium-quality wheat making my belly all groovy

Or you can drop me like a stray hairy dog in a stormy weather
Watch my short stocky limbs quaver as I run for warm shelter
Rain-beat my body till it’s wet and scruffy and even cats pity
Feed me with dung-quality junk making my belly all shitty

Please, whatever be the favour or plight
Let this camel return from party to find YOU tonight
Or treat this dog to YOUR warm supper and heal his sprain
Just don’t let me lose sight of YOU come gain or pain

Unnatural Writer

American Eskimo Puppy

American Eskimo Puppy (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Sitting camly beside a dog
Sharing happily his bone.
Comes naturally…

Writing with the bone splinter
Stuck in my paw.
Disaster…

I know I wasn’t born a writer;
But can I peacefully ply my trade,
Whilst not boring readers
like a screechy bone splinter,
Or implicating myself in poetaster
like a splinter piercing my soft paw.