A geometric dog stares at me;
From the heights of creativity.
Eyes closed or open;
A matter of relativity.
Neck and front legs a straight line;
Flat belly unlike mine.
Tail elevated at 45 degree;
A hypothesis in trigonometry.
Ears pointed to the sky
Do something they signify?
A presence of mind;
An eye for details;
Or passion for drawing
The colors blurred, out of line;
With her it’s just as fine.
She paints them with tremendous spirit;
The little painting depicting it.
The little dog shall never bark
It cant guard or bite anyone
But in its shape and features
It’s second to none….
hiya... put ur engineering to some creativity thre... well painted doggy there when will the algebraic one emerge to compliment the first one... very nice and lOLxx funny too gret
Beautiful take off Nikunj I'm sure you wanted to dwell a little more on this poem but I don't know why to ended it rather abruptly..... wonderful slanty view of life as my friend Lisa may put it :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a father looking fondly at a masterpiece of his daughter. its all love in your words. to start with one doesn't know where its going, your keen eye for detail, nicely rounded off Mamta