A dog-bite victim is foolish but screwed:
He fears a liquid as innocent as water
Yet a mad dog barks in him and it's rude;
His eyeballs do shine as a burning star.
He fears or cares no persons around him,
Tends to use his nails as claws with scream.
I am someone of just the opposite breed,
Crazy for all of the drinks, and water is my life;
I fear the humans of all castes and creed,
I doubt my close friend can use his hidden knife.
It's not a tiger, a serpent, or even not a ghost
Whom I do fear are people, the near ones I host.
It's not flood or drought, even not a quake
Whom I do fear are leaders pledging peace,
The `comrades' saying ‘people' are awake—
For the wheel of fortune they've the grease.
I'm a patient of phobia with human bites,
Looking for drugs to cure my illusive sights.
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