The first time we met
I was in a pound
And I was in the comfort of your bedroom
I was scared and dirty
While I smelled of red roses
You treated me like a monster
You treated me like a prince
But I did not care
And I did care
You treated all of us like we were the same
But you treated me like I was different
But I'm not
I wag my tail
I strangle my tail
I lick your hand
I bite your hand
I'm a happy puppy
And I'm a sad puppy
For the first time we met...
You knew what you were looking for.
Observing the happy puppy, wagging of tail and love is nice and writing such wonderful poem reflects your affection for animals....10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a wonderful write, Reshad👍👍👍