The Stray Dog

I don’t know what is my mistake, that i was born on road, why i always referred to as the stray dog. I opened my eyes near the road side, into a small pit. I and brothers and sisters too lived happily playing and sucking milk. Children used to play with us they hold us and i used to get so terrified that i always screamed so aloud to call my mother, but she never came for she is always out in search of food and we just lay there into the same pit. People used to come in early morning and throw stale chapattis but we didn’t  have teeth to chew them and all they remain there uneaten , all day we starved many a time we used to try to eat them but all in vain. The time went on and we started to walk with our little footsteps and waving our tail to and fro. People around us the so called homo-sapiens or humans they called themselves used to shoo us away for unknown reasons. They consider us the most faithful still they have a very hostile approach towards us. They have some moving iron they used to ride under the name of car, moving iron was very fast and thrashed my brother under i in a flash of thud sound and the his head was crushed to pieces , he lay shattered there his body like a plastic bag and blood never stopping. I cried i screamed i barked but no one came none other than some mongrel dogs to eat him up . I and my siblings fought, we are hurt, wounded but could only save half torn apart body of our brother now we could do nothing just sitting on the roadside growling and weeping and seeing our brother being torn by sharp beaks of eagles and vultures and that was a stray dog dead and what makes it more terrifying for me is what future beholds there for me.
Months have passed and i m living the same life of a stray dog, i eat garbage with my sharp canines and live a rough life. Something strange happened with me today i met a well tamed and mannered dog of rich family. He lives in a villa and has golden chain around his neck but for us it is just chain for us. He told me how lavishly he waste food and how gloriously he sleep in a cozy bed in air conditioned room and with a soft silk blanket what humans call it. i but is seized of freedom that i get , i starve whole day for just one bite of meat and he gets. Each and every passing second the golden chain and strap in his neck reminds him of the jail he is in , he has comforts but still not happy because that’s  not the place he us meant for and nor i. i am also not made to live on roads and be crushed under your moving iron. you all came to our lands you came our lives we used to live in forest and how mighty we were to conquer but one fine day our home land was shattered and turned into bricks and all the glory we have was lost our children was snatched from us and tamed . The tales of hunters will keep glorifying hunters only unless dogs have their own historians .I must have narrated you in my own language but you could only hear bao bao .. so the barking continues. many things i don’t know about your things but the names you take we hear and learn and i narrating to you today. You might think my story has ended here but I must assure you it has just began. The same routine continues and the same procedure I follow every day, for the same water I starve during summer and in winter I used to find cozy place under you cars emitting heat of engines that have just been used. Sometimes you never notice me under your car and ride of me, I get injured I scream but you never bothered. I used to run behind the cars that you drove just because I want to tell you I too want to shoo you away, this my homeland also and too have the right to live and I too have been created by the same almighty by whom you have been, I may have a sad end may be crushed under your vehicle or may starve to death or may die of rabies but remember once I too was a cute puppy the one you and your children used to carry in arms and play with and if God has made you capable of  making bricked mansion on our mutual land taking the necessary right of living from us then its your responsibility to feed us, for the drinking water and also my brother has bend captivated in van , I don’t know where you take us in foreign lands and hostile environments, one of my sister died after eating a dead rat thrown out by you – he was poisoned to death and so was my sister –you took two lives and never bothered for us. We may not be capable of anything but we do remember your favors and return your act of kindness with gratitude and at last I would like to say as from a little spark kindles a mighty flame and from a little seed germinates a huge tree, just the same plunge into the deep oceans of time and understand , never torcher a helpless for he will cry, and if his thou came to know thou will dry you up from roots.