there is a dog
outside my door
scratching persistently
dreaming of the pedigree packet
leaning on the door's other side
there is a dog
outside yamuna hostel
he loses himself on purpose
everyday. wandering around the buildings
in dreams of the windy scooter ride
there is a dog
outside the dhaba
rolling feverishly in the mud
hankering for some romance
fondly jumping on my white clothes
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