Praying to God
seeking wealth, health and power
is but fraud
Day: April 11, 2013
Heard a song in the garden .
It was so soft without any burden.
The song flowed down the aisle
and through the windows in a sail.
Pushing the curtains little and peeping
found my grand-daughter singing
Knowing, my presence would make her halt
stood with tempered feelings behind the slot.
Our own children made us responsible. .
but their children grant us pleasures invisible
Winter becomes hot
Calamities of nature reverse trends
Summer turns cold
The golden brown labarador Jeff
came as a small pup to our family
one and half decade ago in a huff.
He was friendly and unfriendly all in one
cordial with the family and rough with strangers
playing amicably now, then barking in a gruff tone.
Jeff grew tall and strong and became a terror.
The neighbourhood hailed as a “Terrible”
as its roar sent down the spine a shiver.
My children went to distant lands
leaving Jeff to us father and mother
and the three of us remained a happy band.
A few years later my husband had to move
while Jeff and I had to live in the family home
with nothing much to keep us in the groove.
As things were getting ahead in normal pace
I had to shift and join my husband
giving Jeff a lot of loneliness and lot of space.
Jeff was in the care of the servants
Unable to bear the separation
it took ill and became defiant.
.
We rushed back home in a hurry
Jeff was lying down with eyes closed.
Seeing us he Wagged his tail and smiled faintly.
We knew Jeff was in his death bed.
Next morn a fleet of crows sat around him
crowing hoarsely signalling the end in a trend.
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