Day and night
He waited for me to return
From my work of processing
Daily chaos in organized manner
Never lamented on my
Being late: so many days
Be sun, be shine, be rains
He waited there again
I looked forward to meet him too
Hug him, touch him, and embrace him
He wagged his tail in appreciation
I said I love him by language of sign
He has voice
But I am mute
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