For days he did not sleep
The body of a dead dog
Lying at the street end
Bothering him for long
‘Why is it so? ‘
‘Can’t you do something,
To make it stand and run? ‘
He would ask me for no end
He lost faith in me
At that very moment,
I suspect helpless at
The workings of a child’s mind
That is/was once(?) mine
And then the inevitable
I didn’t send him any word
From the ground floor attending
On the body of father
He could no longer keep
Company with his pet and
Came down…
Confused over the commotion
Walked into the bath,
Turned the shower on
I peeped in to hear hum ask,
‘Am I suppose to cry, now?
He asked turning the shower knob
To its optimum…
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