THE HONK HONK LADY!

sarojavasanth

I was forced to wake up,
by the blinding sun rays.
For I had not slept all night,
as my stomach rumbled with hunger!
I opened my eyes to look around,
slowly realizing where am I.
Phew...phew ... came the whistle sound,
of the garbage-picking lady,
and I ran hoping to find some food.
Sometimes she gave me something,
but most times she shoved me off.
I lie down in hunger again,
Knowing not how to stop the hunger.
Don't shove me off, for I have no strength,
let me feel the comfort of sand,
in the blanket of greens.
as the shop I found biscuits,
is also closed.
When the dark came,
I still lay there not knowing
how to survive,
Honk, honk! came the sound and,
it was a lady with a bucket.
My stomach screamed louder
when my nose smelled food.
She put it out for me,
And called me to eat.
Do I eat it? Should I?
My hunger cried eat it now,
And I ate.
I slept in my sand bed tonight,
With the cool breeze, dreaming,
as I truly slept.
Honk honk lady came again and again,
until my biscuit shop,
was open again. 

  • Author: sarojavasanth (Online Online)
  • Published: January 21st, 2026 10:45
  • Comment from author about the poem: This was a poem written during the Covid times. While we all struggled the pain and loss of life and adjusting to so many changes, it was worse for the innocent animals that depended on us too. They had no clue what was going on and suddenly the World came to a still. I am extremely thankful to all the rescuers and feeders across India, who took turns in feeding the strays and making sure they did not sleep hungry. To all the rescuers all over the World, a salute to all that you do too!
  • Category: Reflection
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