A DOGS SITS WAITING
A dog sits waiting in the cold autumn sun.
Too faithful to leave, too frightened to run.
He's been there for days now with nothing to do
But sits by the road just waiting for you.
He can't understand why you left him that day.
He thought you were stopping to go with him and play.
He's sure you 'II come back, and that 's why he stays.
How long can he suffer, how many more days?
His legs have grown weak, his throat parched and dry.
He's sick now from hunger, he falls with a sigh.
He lays down his head, he closes his eyes,
I wish you could see how a waiting dog dies.
Love is an abstract word till the time it is described,
Once spoken or expressed makes the dull life bright.
It is not Just limited to human and flesh;
It can be spread across little animals, dogs, kittens and rest.
It has no boundaries, no language at all
It stands loud, fresh, unwithered and tall.
Stretched arms, waging tail, bright eyes and smiling face;
Can you all guess who could be this ace?
Our lore could be conditional, M tired and stressed;
These little pups and kittens nerer make us frcel eren ifi they arc distressed,
Wonderful is the creation c-fr fyd; thatikjtul that he has made them all.
(Dedicated to my two lovely pooches: Scissors and Brownie)
-Sunanda Anubhav Arom