On Borrowing

A man is killed in Hindustan

I feel the bullet in my head.

A child is crying in the street~

Her tears could be my own.

I know that animals help man

when slaughtered in the laboratory,

But dead dogs by the roadside

stay with me for days.

I find it hard to understand why

someone takes my words from me!

A friend?

Once upon a time he was

but then he stole my sleep

and my dreams as well.