It is during childhood that our attitudes towards animals are moulded. Parents need to be careful about this and ensure that their children are compassionate towards innocent, helpless animals.
And your bed isn’t
Always of roses;
But even life is human.
It takes pity,
Softens the blows,
Lets you draw solace
From a bed of sand.
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When the general landscape of my life appears gloomy, Poemhunter always gives me something to feel happy about. Today when I opened this site, I found myself among its ‘popular members.’ See this pic clicked today, 14 July 2019.
Photo courtesy: Suroshri Chatterjee
These street dogs have found a way out. With the trees gone, they sleep, dream, and ponder in the shade of a concrete wall…
This dog, it seems, no longer values its own life…It sleeps right in the middle of the road, daring death itself…
Train loads of working people kept coming and descending down the steps at the Vaishali Metro Station. But the dog slept on with eyes tightly shut, unperturbed, oblivious…
You might think that he is dead. I thought so too when I saw him for the first time on my first day of travelling to my new office. When I took a closer look, I concluded that he wasn’t dead; because dead people have certain telltale signs and he had none of those. He wasn’t decaying or stinking and he didn’t have flies buzzing over him.
Today was my 4th day of travelling on this route and I noticed that the same dog was curled up in the same place in the same posture. As I walked past him, it occurred to me that perhaps someone is feeding him drugs! But there is one thing that makes this dog very special. He is neat and tidy and always sleeps at the same address…
Here are some more pics…