The day
My spouse
Brought it
As a pick
From down
The lane
Pure black
Shining
With a little
White stripe
At its tail
I was filled
With hate
For its
Birth little
In grimy
Vicinity
Part slums
On the street
I cherished
Logic of
Untouchable
So tough
Whenever
It touched
Any part of
My person
Made of
The same soil
It was made of
I h'd to
Go for bath
Or wash
Every time
Though
Both of us
Used to love
One another
From within
And it
Used to
Wait for long
Impatiently
For my return
From office
Till 5 o'clock
Never missed
To welcome
At the gate
Even with
Further wait
For the change
I used to make
Till I get free
To hug it
And embrace
For now
I repent
Over
The cruelty
And bent
Of my mind
Towards it
A skinny Pup
Pet of mine
One day
Went across
The busy
GT road
To see
My grand-kids
In their school
Along with
Their granny
But,
While returning
It met with
Fatal accident
Never to return
Always hounds
The guilt
Time and again.
-Copy right hrsharma
Ludhiana, Punjab, India
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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