Pawsitivity

~Pawsitivity~

What do I know of misery,
of loneliness, hunger pangs,
of fights for survival or unhealed wounds?
Do 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 hands which picked me up when I knew not of my existence.
My destiny was shaped. I was 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-eyed stare
to ooze cuteness, to bring forth the child in them.
Sometimes I sit by this windowsill , wondering about those doggoned mutts,
of their existence in yonderland, of their pain, thirst, hunger and loveless life.
I thank my serendipity, I am grateful for those hands that picked me up
for the gentle touch, the scratch behind my ears, the loving eyes, the familiar voices,
make 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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