Sunday, December 25, 2011

Clarion call

I saw her one night
Wrapped in cold and hunger
Sleeping peacefully at my doorstep

I step aside, give her a good look and ask her
What she wants-

She’s angry at being disturbed
At the lack of decency in humans-
Walking over sleeping beauties
On a cold wintry night

She shuts her half opened eye
In smug terrific-ness
And then wags her tail-a limp
As if in afterthought of kindness
Go away will you, her silence screams..

I’m deaf my woes and rants that I want her to hear
I sit by her, in delighted warmth of company some
And tell her tales of woe

She fakes no decency
And wags no tail
She s sick and tired of remorse, pity and stalemates

Somewhere, another bitch howls
Another cry of loneliness?
She cocks an ear, in half asleep stupor
Displaces some fur on me
Stretches a lazy limb
In dissatisfied curl
And mocks a howl at me

Get a life, she seems to say
Men..they are a plenty!

© 2011 Maitreyee Bhattacharjee Chowdhury

( Image courtesy Google)


rajkumar.rr said...

The picture best suits your verses!!!

The Unknowngnome said...

Ah, it's a dog's life sometimes.

Real good!

Maitreyee Bhattacharjee Chowdhury said...

yeah Raj :) yeah @Unknowngnome..thanks so much :)

umashankar said...

Well spun verses on the futility of "remorse, pity and stalemates".

P!yu said...

you are indeed a poet. really impressed by ur blog.. your blogposts, most of them aren't sweeter coz the truth is always bitter...

*following your blog*