From puppy’s point of view:
Those were the golden days, when I used to frisk about,
With the freedom to run around and liberty to play and shout.
Playing with all my siblings and resting in the hay,
Snooping about and trotting around,
made my happy day.
One sad day, all of a sudden I saw a man with a net,
He enfolded me and tied me up before I could react.
I tried to escape, but all in vain I was caught up in his snare.
His wicked and threatening face was the most enervate scare.
Leaving my siblings and mom behind, I felt forlorn in his trap,
I cried, snarled and sniffled a lot thinking about this mishap.
I was kept like a prisoner, price tagged and confined to a cage,
My happy days again, seemed more like a mirage.
For the entire day, the wicked man gave me meager food to eat
His threatening with a stout stick was the most brutal ill-treat
But I had a faith, I was very close to that beautiful day,
When all my sufferings would cease and I'll be let out to play.
One fine day,
I saw a little girl, who came to the shop with her father,
After a brief gab with the man, I was soon released from my tether.
I felt like I've got the answers for all my prayers and strife,
The time has finally come to rejoice my freedom and reprieve.
With all excitement and gaiety she lifted me in her hand,
All my sadness vanished at once, those hands were magic wand.
She carried me to her sedan and placed me on her lap,
The coziest place ever on earth, I had a comfortable nap.
With tonnes of excitement bundled, I was awaiting to see,
Awaiting to see how my life and future was going to be,
I could feel the fervent love and care they had on me,
Very soon I became their pet and one among the family.
Though the entire family showed infinite care and love,
The little girl's ardent love for me stood all above.
Words can never express her admiration and care,
And nothing can be compared to the lovely bond we share.
I love the way, the way she used to cuddle my frizzy hair,
Hugging me so close to her heart, having no gap for air...
I could actually sense her love for me in the retina of her eyes,
Some immanent instinct muttered "She is your mother in disguise".
I swear I am the one of the luckiest dog on earth,
I wish to remain the same, even in my next birth.
All throughout my life, I should never leave them apart.
Never should I miss their love and care, this is my last resort.
-Adhi
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I
don’t remember much about the feeling I had when I was penning down this
poem. Every time, when I write a poem, I would at least make two fair drafts
and then proof read to make a final version. However, when I was writing this
poem, I was totally sleep deprived, I was not able to correct the errors, now I
guess have made the best version of it.
I knew this poem was pretty long, but yes, I was
trying to portray my imagination from the dog's point of view.
Call
it generosity or consolation, I was appreciated by someone who was really close
to me, by the one I wanted to dedicate this poem to.
Time
and fate drew an infinite line of separation between us. I thought, deleting this
poem from my mail would erase everything from my thoughts, but here it is, I
got it from my 'Collection of crumbled papers' from my attic.
Though it hurls aches of nostalgia every time I read
this poem, the mere thought that I made her happy, at least for a few minutes
is the reason why I would cherish this poem all throughout my life.
