I'm never loved! — Summary

You see me everywhere, Sometimes near the garbage, Sometimes near you favourite restaurant.

"Yuck! Bloody animals!" "Shoo shoo! Go away!" I don't understand your language But your face let me perceive, That I'm not wanted at all.

What's my fault that My mother was abandoned By her family? What's my fault that No one's there to bathe me?

Ever wondered how hard it is To see my father under the tyres Of your car? I whined and you just passed by.

When some of you Feel pity for me and Feed me getting out of your way, I can't bear others taunting you For being kind, saying you're an actor.

It's better for me to roam around Rather than hear about my feeders as fake. I'll roam around and find my food And you just go and work hard To give me a better place to live, I beg.

(Unspoken words of a stray animal)

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Hussain gives a voice to a stray animal, most likely a dog, that has learned to read people's faces even though it cannot understand their words. It sees disgust and hears shouting, and it knows it is unwanted. The speaker doesn't rage back. Instead it asks quietly why it should be blamed for being abandoned, unwashed and left to fend for itself.

The most painful moment comes when the speaker recalls its father lying under the tyres of a car, while the driver simply passed by. Still, the animal is grateful to the few who feed it, and it hates that they get mocked for their kindness. So it chooses to roam and find its own food, sparing them the insults.

The mood is sad but gentle, close to pleading. The final lines ask humans to work toward a better place for animals like this, and the closing note, "unspoken words," reminds us that the animal can't say any of this aloud.

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