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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

As It Rains

It was raining..                                          
And she wanted to meet.
I didn’t want to..
But couldn’t control my feet.
Drops toppling over..
While driving the land rover.
Still remember the night..
When she said it was all over.
Sleepless eyes..
Unbearable sighs.
Rolling over to the corners..
Felt miserable as a mourner.
As she went ahead..
Not sure even how hard she dread.
It always starts with a smile..
Which doesn’t stop for a while.
But as the clouds get darker..
The winds hush themselves.
For silence breathes heavier..
When these drops act as saviour.
My heart had lost its rhythm,
In this newly found realism.
Now when I try to turn..
The path seems blurry.
She has to wait..
Until the rain ceases it’s fury.

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