Waiting is a game for you,
always follow me wherever I go,
Never get bored,
always waiting for me,
Whether I am angry or happy,
you are the same,
looking at me gracefully,
what a pair of beautiful eyes,
speaking the language of sight,
waiting is a game or a life for you.
when I give the food
you enjoy, still looking at me,
please turn away, I feel guilty.
Why you take care of me,
why you are there to protect me,
Am I in your mind?
even in your short nap.
Rush to answer each and every smell,
of the intruders, human or animals,
What did I do to have you as my dogs.
How do I reciprocate,
for everything you have done to me?
In next birth you be born as my masters,
but fortuneteller told me,
that this is my last birth.
Were you my masters in my last birth?
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