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Poem 9


I wish I was a dog who can be whipped and trained,

And then thrown into the thrash, when all my energy is drained…

I wish I had a bone and a life of a “familiaris” canine,

And one day, will come a theory, that he is no canine, but a swine…

I wish I had been a Master’s servant obedient and trusted,

And woah, I woke up from my slumber and my dream was busted….


Am a teacher by profession. A student of History and international politics. Believe that Bhakti (Devotion) and Humanism can only save Humanity. Revere all creation. My thoughts are influenced by His Holiness Pandurang Shashtriji Athavale

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