The Dog!

I am Your subservient slave-dog [1]
For as long as my pen worships
Prostrating on the paper of loss
Yelping at the deer of Your words
But the moment unbowed
And this dog unleashed
Flaunting pen's tip wafting above the poems
Wagging its tale after every lust
I am the abomination of a false-god
Worshipping mine deity with adoration
Wearing the robe of glittering arrogance
And lips foaming with pompous barks
The beautiful sable of your color
The ink that jots my poems
Choking the blasphemous throat
Fitting black leash for
My Master’s collar



[1] 'Your' is the Creator




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