He lay under the rainy teared tree in my backyard
his eyes smudged.
He had been crying,
I guess. I could never tell.
Pretty eyes like his are always filled with a sadness
that is distant and unending-
like the sea. Why was he sad?
I could not fathom why.
He didn’t speak much, never had much to say.
But I had much to tell him.
Much to ask.
But how do I?
“I could write to him. But he couldn’t read!”
What would I call him?
What was his name?
I knew nothing about him
this stranger in my backyard.
Only this —
the world had chased him away
and here he’d come.
Had he ended up chasing himself?
If he was lonely, I could be his friend.
Oh, I wanted to be his best friend.
I wanted to go hug him.
He would love me back.
Would he not?
I ran down to him
I knelt down before him
I put my hand on his pulsating heart
He awoke with a stir
Stood on all fours
and said — “Woof!”
By a friend named “Cheerfulness”. Thanks for allowing me to post this 🙂
aww.. dog.. Love it.. 🙂
🙂 Thanks
Aww lovely 🙂
Thanks Swar 🙂
Upss… “woof” 😯
well,… good poetry… 🙂
hmmm its a beautiful one ..i thought so too 🙂
Beautiful. Nice poetry 🙂
Thanks Ajay 🙂
aww..good one 🙂
Thank you dear 🙂