The Dog Poem by Binayakumar Mohanty

Tied in the chains and collar
is my dear dog,
though I love so much
for my sensual pleasure.

It is my dear pet dog
It wags its tail in empathy
It licks tips to toe
of my manhood whole
so passionately
when I back home with
regret and remorse
with insult and infliction
with heart broken
body and mind tiresome
from daily chorus.

It is tied in chains
though I love it so much
it is never trustworthy
for my ego, helpless.

It never complaints
never rolls tear
But looks at my eyes
in compassion
for my innocence.

Like the dog
the garden I inherit
is much more needed
to fill and thrill my hunger
to shape my future
is inimical to the dog.

The dog,
though I love so much
is never allowed
to the garden
to the altar
for it is
sensuous and unholy.

In the dark of the night
when eyes of all senses are shut
The dog is untied free.
But not to my surprise
it gallops savagely
in the garden
damages
the twigs and leaves
flowers and fruits
spoils the sanctity of the garden
and pees over nicest flower.

It is never trustworthy
still I love the dog for my
sensuous pleasure
and I love the garden
for it fills and thrills
my hunger.

The dog is
tied in chains and collar.