A Homeless Dog Poem by Md. Ziaul Haque

A homeless dog,
Defying winter and fog,
Moves far and wide,
With eyes dried.

Barks when angry,
Cries when gloomy,
Wags its tail all the time,
And knows it no crime.

Dustbin is its preferred place,
Where it does enjoy its own space,
And digs up victuals to munch through,
Something that happens like a déjà vu!

For its right,
It dares to fight,
The world is its bed,
Where it sleeps at night without dread.

The dog craves for love,
By getting even a little of,
It from anybody,
It turns into a timeless devotee.