Poetry

Paw Print

Neither was she alone nor starving,
Departed of Unconditional love bestowed
From a dear mother and sibling,
She was destined to come here.
                                                                           
Either she or any, I touched none.
She Cried in silence and wailed sometimes;
Waited and earned the love and care,
Such gentle were the moist eyes.
                                                 
A glass of milk and a bowl of food
Stopped her cry and made her smile,
Memory might have erased biological ones,
She to owe us is what she thinks for sure.
                                                 
Teaching to sit and stand, walk and run,
Jump and bark, to be nice and good,
Listen and act, learn of good and bad
Meanwhile, wonder who taught who.
                                                                                                                            
                             ~ Poornima Pote
                             Karnataka, India 

2 Comments

  1. Beautifully written