I lit my sins,
with uneven puffs.
This four legged famished beauty,
Whimpers at my arrival.
The cost of redemption for tonight,
is just a Parle-G costing 5.
His dusted eyes chews my innocence,
I tremble with an alcohol choked breath
I search for my wallet :
While my inherent identity made of coins gets molested by a bark from stomach.
His nose has evolved a knack for sniffing the midnight deluded from the crowd
He savors the feast of the road while his tail wags.
My sins eviscerate in every dreams I have.
But I had fed a dog, Couldn’t it be better?
Than smelling his hunger and seeing him disappear
I have become, what I have always feared.
A god who sends rain
and drowns those get too close.
© Shashank Bhardwaj