He - Poem by Shreenita Ghosh
Three months old
Eight inches tall,
He was there
Playing with a soft rubber ball.
Tossing the ball as far as he could
For me to throw it back, silently stood.
Dancing about to and fro
Trying to stand on his toe.
As the sun was on the zenith,
Spreading its warm golden ray,
Every thing was there
Joyous and gay-
Like a warm noon
Of a winter day.
It was raining hard and the clock struck four,
I had come back from school and was at the door,
I heard the nearby river roar.
Suddenly i started to run like insane
Ignoring the big beating drops of rain,
The roar had seemed like a mocking laugh
Like an old man's voice - mean and gruff.
I heard the cry of him
Who was playing the previous noon.
Clutching at a rock
He shiverred in fright,
He was being carried away be the heavy tide.
Jumping in the water, risking my life
I rescued him who was hardly alive.
In the morning i found him lying by my side
Who had been there the earlier night.
He whose eyes sparkled with glee
And pranced about whatevr it could see.
And tried to show us that he was bold
He was there, sweet but cold.
He was deedo, my sweet little pet
But now, he was was lying dead.
I pressed a last kiss on his ear
Out of my eyes rolled out a large warm tear.
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