by Kahini Arya
(Gujarat)
He was small, a cute furball
but it was the night to come
for him
left all alone
in a room, full of looming shadows
he sat, choking back soft sobs
whining, for a soul
kind enough, to pat his back
he sat, waiting
for a soul
and then she came
tall and gentle
she bent and hugged
till he felt free, of all his fears
and she carried him, back
he's looking up with his adorable eyes
waiting for her to come everyday
and he loved her
more than she loved him...
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