Poverty And Dogs. Poem by Subhadip Bhattacharya

She gives all the street dogs food.
She is seventy years old.
Her husband is seventy five
And works from morning till night.

They barely management a living.
But her fondness for street dogs continue
And with a stern face looks at me
At night.

People care and poor people care the most.
I guess.
They have less material things to
Think upon.

And poverty and dogs
And food and empty stomach
Goes hand in hand.