Though the street dogs have no names like the pet but I am lucky to have one.
I am Bhulu.
I live in my lane with the mets
but no body allows to enter from outside.
Days went on smoothly .
One day, our town became silenced.
Two legs holders were afraid of a matter,
Then the reign of our street dogs began.
We were independent to do whatever we like.
A few kind hearted two leg owners served our lunch and dinner.
But truely,we could understand with our instinct that all is not well.