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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


A hole in her frock..
What if people mock.
She refused to become the laughing stock.
Coming from a hole..
Dark like the charcoal.
Where spirits had burnt..
Squeamished but she learnt.
An unknown path..
She kept walking towards.
As no one is going to follow..
Looking out for her sorrow.
Whatever she sees..
Will let her be.
And whatever she does..
Has to eventually agree.
As hands get annoying..
Faces start lying.
She looks around to find..
The ones who were there..
Are not even trying.
Is she allowed to be scared ?
Stuffs until she is layered.
Sometimes she outruns..
Sometimes she gets caught.
Sometimes she hides behind walls that run paper thin.
Noises reaching out to her..
Unavoidably failing to stir..
As loss makes the murmur.
Longing for the road..
Which is back in.
What if she decides ..
And gets trapped in.
With no one but the windows..
Starting at her.
While she wonders..
Is someone out there still looking ?


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