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Dogs greet, everytime, they meet, they meet, everytime, like the first time, pushing their, wet nose against you, to play, everytime an urge to, rush and stay.. while sleeping, when aproached, their tail, would still keep dancing, while digging their, sniffs onto their toys, they come to you, all jumpy and pouncing, with eyes seeking, approvals... They keep you protected, in a manner like, no one else, they check if you are okay, and follow you, to a cave or, a shabby mess.. They make requests, which even though, hit rejects, doesn't end up, reflecting stature, rubbing themselves, all over you, they sit alongside, as if they are, always ready for the ride, whenever... If it's late, They wait, If it's hate, They relate, If it's tears, They seek to distract.. Trust me, At some point they do, Have the power to read your mind.. They come to check, On you at night, They always acknowledge, That you are right, Your daughter just adores it's presence, Even though more ofte


There is love in any devotion.
Sorrow in every emotion..
Loneliness in memories.
Abrupt end of stories..
Creating damp art of clay.
Trickled with innocence at play..
There is focus in every arrow.
A glimpse in your shadow..
Waiting in every window.
Wishful fate of restless row..
Tip toeing trip to the rainbow.
Through the river skipping the flow..
There is madness in every drop.
A tear or two will never stop..
Fear in every outrage.
Standing not bending at any stage..
Conquer the reign to courage.
Giving up like a holy sage..
Walking wasn’t easy.
A chosen path is never greasy..
While looking beyond the urge of waves.
That dawn of life saves..

Thoughts by - Pratiksha Misra


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