Painting by K C S Panicker
At the busy junction near my house
I espy the bitch – that mutt
Who used to be the clandestine lover
Of my Tommy, gone, two years hence.
She was never a pretty dog, black and mangy
Her swollen teats sweeping the street
Her rough coat coated with dirt –
Yet - she was my Tommy’s lover.
The dog has turned quite old –
She limps and is skinny
Her face has turned grey
And fur fallen off in patches.
I wonder if anybody would miss her
When she dies, sick, starved or a roadkill.
It is midday; I wipe my bald head
I limp; my knees hurt lately
I sweat, I palpitate
In the glass windows of a shop I glimpse
An old man, dragging his feet.
The dog passes by me, turns right;
I turn left and head home.
*********** Balachandran V , Trivandrum, 19.04.2012
Tommy 1998- Apr 23, 2010