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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

The Painted Flowers

Everyone was quiet...
One was shattered.
No one earns it right.
Faith was scattered.
Words were over-polite..
One had scars.
It started to pour in slight.
Eyes had drops tonight.
White came down..
Flowers for the crown.
Gathered every courage..
To meet the verbiage.
Hearts swelled with each other.
But never got further.
They would rather die..
Than lying to each other.
Though white in color…
They were always painted.
Though pure in valor.
They were portrayed as tainted.
Now the crowd doesn’t fight..
As one has lost her very right.
From her bag wide open..
She showers the painted flowers.
That gets washed off by rain..

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