by Dr. Mamta Mishra
(Gorakhpur, Uttar Pradesh, India)
A dog’s chase ends,
When he finds his share of food.
Food, food, food?
That’s all he yearns for?
No one knows his inner crust,
Even he yearns for trust,
Loved by others at their whims,
In his circulatory runs,
His search begins and ends,
And he is unaware.
Yet, he knows his trust for others.
Trust is like a fly,
He tries to catch,
Alas! It evades.
He is underfed,
At times, overfed,
Loved by others at their whims.
Again he tries to woo human glare,
In circulatory runs,
Once again he searches for trust.
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