Stray Dogs

by Ananya S. Guha / August 17th, 2025

These stray dogs
 They create a trail
 Of sadness
  Why do they do it?
  Sniffing isn’t always
  A breathing space
   Maybe to them it is
   Or if you pin them in
   Shelter homes
   Where is their freedom?
    The stones tell their
     Story and  the trail
     They leave behind
     Sniffing
      Suppose you blast them
      With a gun
       They will leave a trail
       Of blood, for us to spit on
Ananya S Guha lives in Shillong in North East India, where he was born and brought up. He has been writing and publishing his poetry for the last forty years. His poetry has been published in both electronic and print formats such as: Indian Literature, Other Voices, Osprey Journal, Glasgow Review, The Literary Nest, Up The Staircase, Asia Writes, Art Arena, Praxis Online, Muse India, Your One Phone Call, In Between Hangovers, The Peeking Cat Magazine, Post Colonial Text among others. He has also written widely on educational and social matters. He has ten collections of poetry and his poetry has been anthologized in various collections of Indian poetry in English. He holds a doctoral on the novels of William Golding. Read other articles by Ananya S..

This article was posted on Sunday, August 17th, 2025 at 8:00am and is filed under Poetry.