Walking The Man - Poem by Hardik Vaidya
I just saw a ordinary sight,
A nice black furred dog, walking his man.
The furry friend was ahead, pulling the tree trunk,
Telling him cheer up.
He was trying his best, stopping by the trees,
Asking him to breath in,
Wagging his tail, happiness is within not in the Super Market Chain.
He was kind always took due care, looked behind to ensure,
If the barrel of lard was still about, holding the tether,
Behaving him self, not doing things which he would then have to clean up.
I saw them take a turn,
Unsure if the man made the turn.
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