As soon as I start feeling low
My spirit dips down in the pit
The dog reminds me take it slow
Ease down will soon melt the heat.
Your life is so blessedly made
Gifted with so much of gain
Yet you are always afraid
Of even a minuscule pain!
You grumble at everything sore
Sulk in your mires of sorrow
While I wag happy at your door
Without having much of tomorrow!
The dog he knows it too well
Ever eludes a man happiness
He looks for it too much outside
When within him it dwells!
Only a great mindset allows small joys to be nourished amidst these aggressions of the terrible enjoyments world external.... You have written a superb poem and I am giving you a 10 for it Pradipji.
two things come to my mind after reading this, one is Beckett's dialogue: never neglect the little things of life, and the second one is, Man should be careful and mindful of his status as a crown of creation if he has to take inspiration from a dog, an eye-opener for us, the modern man who is gradually becoming a loser! i feel it like this...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful poem. Indeed dogs are to be admired. There is an old saying that goes the more I know people the more I love my dogs.