at her will,
wherever she
likes to flee,
whenever she
loves to turn
like a free bird.
The second dog
follows her
religiously,
Sticks to her shadow,
Licks the same plate
as and when she does.
For him, it becomes
the need of the hour.
And the God of Eros
blesses him, in a while.
The third dog
watches all, silently
from a distance
with his eyes blank,
blurred with incompetence,
Submits to the setting Sun
Of his youth, and accepts
And enters
the mode of self-denial,
Convinces himself
It is the day of
another one,
not his anymore.