Jawa The Loved Unloved Poem by Solomon Senxer

Jawa The Loved Unloved

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I was a vagabond until they took me in,
I was scared when my first day was to begin,
They said, "Everything's alright."
They named me Jawa, which I took cheerfully.
I greeted them lovingly and gratefully
In the morn, noon, and at night.

I thought they were angels
To help, and accommodate me!
I was wild, scruffy, and shabby,
Yet they chose me among many.
Never knew why they favored me,
I swore to be loyal.

Like the luck that came upon me,
Fate came to kick in misery -
A mysterious object wounded me!
They looked in pity, but couldn't help me.
Yes, why would they spend a dime
For a poor service like mine?

Undressed wound delighted flies in hum,
Rotten and stinky I had become.
I pled for my thirst to quench,
They could not withstand my stench,
They ordered me to get away,
With them, I could no longer stay.

I knew no door no gate would welcome me,
Even in my heyday, it was just me.
Yet I was hopeful against hope,
That they would let my pain to stop,
Before I close my eyes to silence,
For they were the group of great prudence.

Oh! I was just being ignorant!
To get rid of me they resort to violence,
I had become their notorious annoyance,
That I could never comprehend!
"Where are their former goodness and compassion? "
I wondered but dared not question their action.

I looked at them in disbelief and in tears,
They had been those I loved most in all sincerity.
The best days of my life were with them,
How could I just get away from those so dear?
I decided not to question their integrity,
I would rather blame the fate than them.

Painful, starving, dying I had been.
Yearned for a yard where I wouldn't be seen.
Shower of stones would be upon me,
Once I wandered out in open plains.
I lay down under a jackfruit tree,
Closed my eyes to forget all the pains.

Jawa The Loved Unloved
Wednesday, September 19, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: dog,homeless,suffering
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
A dog that lived in Sancoale, Goa, India. (2018)
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Jazib Kamalvi 19 September 2018

Wow! Great poetry, Solomon. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.

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Chinedu Dike 27 September 2020

A poignant rendition nicely put together. Very passionately and movingly penned with strong emotions.

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Solomon Senxer 26 December 2020

Thank you Chinedu Dike for the kind words!

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Bri Edwards 17 November 2019

3 – This is a fine story and i'm sure will make some dog-lovers (& others) cry (or close to it) . there is little for me to 'complain about' here! To MyPoemList. Bri ;)

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Bri Edwards 17 November 2019

2 - " pled" ok for " pleaded" though the latter is usually preferred it seems two favorite lines of many: " I knew no door no gate would welcome me, Even in my heyday, it was just me." [this poem sounds very familiar! ! ! ] stanza 5 'needs' work

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Bri Edwards 17 November 2019

1 - line 9: shabby and scruffy are very closely related. it's ok. probably better for clothing and people, not dogs. :) line 18: " service" i don't know such a usage. some slang or vernacular there? stanza 4: how about " flies which did hum" ? next line: " had become" keep the same verb tense here as above i say.

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Solomon Senxer 20 November 2019

Yikes! It should be " had become" Thank you, Bri!

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Denis Mair 15 September 2019

That's a sad story of how human affections blow hot and cold. Thanks for being awake to the pain and isolation suffered by a fellow creature.

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Bri Edwards 17 November 2019

one can stand only so much stink! ! ! then it is " out the door! ! ! " . besides, they may not have had the money to care for such a 'rotten' dog.

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Solomon Senxer 17 September 2019

Thank you for the comment, Denis Mair!

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