Very clearly, Bozo, Mumbai's dog-with-a-blog, is an erudite, well read individual.
Now in his late middle age, yet often troubled unnecessarily by loud and roaring two wheeler elements in the vicinity (as often happens in Mumbai) , he is still able to get a good afternoon's short nap, on the cool floor in Bandra, confident in his ability to face the world on a daily basis.
A great supporter of the Canine Education Project, Bozo reads books, and this blog also has an earlier poem in honor of that .
Presenting, Bozo, the clever chap.....
(The Desert Storme mentioned below, is a fancy bike that occupies the garage and much of Deepak's time, and is Bozo's traditional competitor )
(With apologies to Gurudev)
Where the mind is without fear and the head relaxes,
that the Desert Storme is in garage
and not with Deepak, cheers;
Where the world has not been broken up into bike rides
on unusual pothole free roads,
Where indulgent sniffing
comes out from the depth of the nostrils,
Where tireless wagging stretches its tail towards Deepak,
Where the clear sight of a happy Bozo
has not lost its way
Into the dreary garage of the Desert Storme,
Where the mind is led forward by breakfast smells
Into that ever-widening thought and yum-action
Into that kitchen of freedom, my friends, let me awake.