My dog died.
He was lifted straight to heaven
Through the holy gate
How I knew I hear you ask
You, my ever doubting Thomas!
Believe it, he only mailed!
An e-dog? Yes, why not?
For, a dog in heaven
Is far better off than you me
Or any dog else on this earth.
So listen to my words now
I mailed back:
How come you are in heaven?
Ask the angels to know
And get back to me soon
In return my dog mailed:
Master! I was told
After my life with you
There on the earth
My term in hell got washed off!
The call on the Game was 'Deuce'
His Service was an Ace
At point Advantage!
Game, Set and Match
To my dog, erstwhile…
yeah, it's different...thanks for the laugh...and very well written, I must say...regards
nice humorous piece.. but eh, anything in heaven is better than here... i like it
u hav woven cards game and pooch care in a poem...well written unique... and fun to read... well done kesavji cheers
I read this three times and then became tickled by it's humor. Very clever..(smile) Hope my dog doesn't think life with me is hellish..lol.
Master! I was told On the earth, with My life with you there My term in got washed off! ........... This gives a chuckle to me! But I don't think you can be such a horrible master with your kind of disposition! However quite a humorous write!
An exellent poem, with tinge of irony and using the tennis terminology. Such an enjoyable read and with humor. Thank you for sharing, Kesav. I was in PH on 2011 and you in 2009. Two years earlier than I and sinds your return in January 2019, I don't see you anywhere.
Interesting poem, Kesav...I enjoyed how you used 'My Dog Died' to explain human situations and coping with: physical, social, and religious. Especially how communication has changed.
Very amusing write and I like the idea of an e-dog mail, lol thanks 10 Lynda xx
hats off to your repartee with your dog, inter posed with the game of tennis. I have a lot to learn from you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Expecting sadness, found humour instead. Congratulations on yet another Poem with a difference - thank you for the smile I am wearing right now... and each time I look at a dog no doubt.