Valsa George

On a stone wall, by the pavement
Annoyed and angry,
With daggers drawn at everyone
Sat he dejected and depressed.

Eyes so cold, mind so blank
His vision, blurred by a hazy mist,
His gaze, fixed on the horizon far
Stationed he like a block of stone

From a distance, came a barking sound
From the dog that followed its master's trail
Seeing a rodent, behind the bush
The dog was barking on and on

The mangy animal, once so loved
Now left wantonly uncared,
Violently disturbing the calm around
Irked the man, otherwise annoyed

Instant was his response.
Picking up a stone and aiming at the dog
He hurled the stone with all his might
And wow! It didn't miss the target

Hit hard by the whizzing stone
The dog twitched and yelled in pain
Licking its wound, it ran round and round
Along the concrete path, mad and wild

Until, at last it slowed down
And moved towards its master harsh
Petrified, on an impulse, he jumped down,
And fearing the worst, he closed his eyes.

But wagging its tail with a pleading look
It began licking its master's hand
The hand so rude that clutched the stone,
And flung at it, causing it to bleed

It was a gesture too deep for words
That taught the man the lesson of love;
To love others with every broken piece
Even after someone breaks your heart

After years, it still remains
The best sermon, he ever heard.
Hitherto, never ever preached
By any mortal, living or dead