Dogs Data

P.B Shelley, in his “Ode to the West Wind”, says,
O! Lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud!
I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed!
Today I am thinking of this poem of nineteenth century and the reason of casting this poem back is the cold-bloodedness of the people around me whose attitude aches me and drowsiness pains my senses and I feel myself on the verge of collapse. Why are human beings cruel and utilitarian? Why are they myopic in their approach and interests? Are we the puppets in the hands of others to be fitted into their plays staged in their own vested interests? Why is it so that we find merely the ashes when we need these people in our need? Why do our voices echo in the echelon of dead seas when we are in dire need of someone to assist us? Why are the frailties embedded in human nature? Is it the need of the hour? Let me go back to the era of utilitarianism where humanity lived for humanity and humans meant to be humans.
A long, blistering and the heaviest day is hiding into the lap of the west and the sinking sun is still furious and looking back with burning eyes. Humidity in the air is perhaps the lowest of this hot season. Sitting in a park near my home, I have a lot to mourn over and a lot to lament on the heartlessness of human beings. The terrible wave of utilitarianism has swept away the feelings and emotions and has left man like a machine playing only with numbers of his own interest. The only consolation for me is my Shih Tzu, the companion dog who never deserted me whatever might happen. I am thankful to Shih Tzu who kept by my side whenever I found myself in the dungeon of distress. When all human beings disgraced, rejected, and left me in the lurch, I cried on their cruelty. No one heard my heart save my companion dog. What should I say then?