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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=350696" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Pulling Life On The Mercy Of Others</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The smoky restaurant on the roadside<br>Was waiting for its first customer<br>Ready with local South Indian menu<br>The owner was turning impatient<br>Pulling out and pushing in<br>His cash box<br>Hotel waiters standing close <br>To their areas of service<br>I was watching all of them<br>Positioning myself outside the premises<br>I was too keen to see their first customer<br>This hotel serves you the best<br>Among all the such outlets<br>In this part of the city<br>It may be business strategy, I do not know<br>The quality of the food initially served<br>Turns less acceptable to me as time passes<br>That is why, I come very early in the morning<br>So that I get the good stuff<br>I took off my eyes from the staff<br>And looked left and right on the road<br>For a prospective first eater<br>No one has to come yet<br>My hunger kept growing<br>And mouth started watering<br>As I lost in my plight<br>I saw a customer to my delight<br>Stepping up the restaurant and to my pleasure<br>He took a seat and he ordered too for a regular menu<br>I know I have to give time for him to eat<br>And then only my time to eat comes<br>I do not require keeping a look at him<br>I go by an audio signal which marks his finishing eating<br>I started watching the vehicles crossing fast in front of me<br>The people who go for a morning walk<br>The vegetable vendors and the milkmen<br>A paper boy almost rode his bicycle on me<br>I was smart in negotiating his rashness by jumping to safety<br>I heard the sound I was waiting for<br>The fall of the banana leaf with a thud into the dust bin<br>This leaf served as an eating plate for the first comer<br>My job now is to jump into the bin<br>And to eat the left over on the leaf<br>Some small slices of food items<br>And the left over spicy side dishes are enough<br>To take care of my hunger<br>At times it happens that I stay for more leaves to fall<br>One good thing is that this shop is newly opened<br>I do not face competition from other friends of my tribe<br>Though I bear the look of a Pomeranian <br>I am only a street dog pulling life on the mercy of others</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Bashyam+Narayanan">Bashyam Narayanan</a><div class=q>
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Was waiting for its first customer
Ready with local South Indian menu
The owner was turning impatient
Pulling out and pushing in
His cash box
Hotel waiters standing close 
To their areas of service
I was watchi..."></div>
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