Doggie Re-Drawn

Far Manhattan dragged with him,
Barking and squeaking at the ankles,
In the shaky train from Queens…
As had Bully in Mumbai.

He only had minutes
To recall a reverie treasured,
To self-promise that the year
Of a switch to painting… was near
Before sinking into Times Square,
Beside pooh poohing buildings
As his boss applied overnight pressure.

But a clutch of sky-huggers today,
Moved limbs, took sympathetic steps…
To mimic Bully and the master,
Did their gallery best
As darkness fell.

In the impromptu sculptural arrangement,
They sent a message…
Until the earned break, we’ll help you
Paint inside the head.

– Bolbul

Is Tarah