Ode to the Afghan Hound

An imperious manner

with unstated elegance,

comfortable wherever

along the streets,

or the mansion drawing rooms

her haughty poise,

denying her current conditions

while affirming

where she truly belongs;



Orphaned by circumstance

and human mistakes;

Adopted by the world,

raised by her own rationale;

betraying what others would

declare as the feeling nature

of the fairer sex;



Frail she may seem,

for work and hunger

have taken their toll;

bent by the weight,

of the burden of changing her world,

yet could never ever be broken;



The chords and strains of her life

transform the streets around her,

and the surrounding hoi-polloi,

into what could be mistaken

as a hotel lobby, bringing culture

and fiery passion in an otherwise

decrepit black hole;



Oh! What joy it is for me to see

potential for greatness

where others do not;

Strike out and make your mark

do yourself proud

and reinstate things

to what they should have been

after the fall;



Nothing can and will get

in her way, for she could no longer be hurt;

no longer be scathed

She stands at the end of a

negative spiral;

and the beginning of a new one

that will shoot for still unseen heights;



I could not dampen my enthusiasm

for I will stand witness to her struggle

more so to her victory. And be a testimony

to how she fought and reshaped

her world and the people around her.