
~Pawsitivity~
What do I know of misery?
Of loneliness and hunger pangs,
Of fights for survival or unhealed wounds,
Those blood-sucking mites know of my existence?
Perhaps not, cause they feed on parched bodies in yonderland
Lands I have never been a witness of, I have been protected,
By those hands which picked me up when I knew not of my existence,
my destiny was shaped, fed and well-taken care of,
Back-rubs and playmates, never-ending tales of family times
Laughter and mirth are my cues,
To roll over or give them my best beady-eyes stare
to ooze cuteness, to bring forth the child in them adults
Sometimes I sit by this windowsill , wondering about the doggoned mutts
of their existence in yonderland, of their pain, thirst, hunger and loveless life
Thanking my serendipity, grateful for those hands that picked me up
the gentle touch, the scratch behind my ears, the loving eyes, the familiar voices
Made me forget the doleful eyes that peered at me, through the rusted iron gate
the gate behind which lies a secret, a land I have been forbidden, protected from..
Yonderland, the land of the doggone mutts.....
Jyothi Samarthi
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