I was never an animal lover and wondered why people doted on cats, dogs,....and even lived with them......but one fellow changed my life.....this is written for him
He came running towards me
As soon as he heard me opening
The creaky gate of my house
He came to me
Wagging his bitten tail
A battle scar that he showed off
Like a brave man
He wasn't a man yet
Neither was he a boy
He was probably an adolescent
With innocent dreams
He tried to put his dirty paws
On my tummy
While I hid behind the gate
To save my pretty dress
To an insensitive being
He was just another street dog
Most likely rabid
And pretty annoying
To me he was something else
I don't know what exactly he was to me
I am certainly no animal lover
But he was no animal!
He was a beautiful brown
Not the rice field mud brown
Not the school uniform brown either
But a golden sandy brown – not exactly that too
He lived under the dry culvert
And spent his time playing
In the garbage heap at the end of the street
With others of his kind
The moment he heard my gate groaning
He would come bounding towards me
Hi eyes made me feel like as if
I was the reason of his existence
I know he didn't like the white bread I gave him
He usually found better things to eat at the dump
Yet he ate courteously till the last crumbs disappeared
And then he would lick my toes – that was his desert
I first saw him when he was a small boy
Tugging at his mother's teats
His eyes caught me
His deep, sparkling, dreamy, hopeful, alive eyes
He had never left his blind mother's side
Though his brothers and sisters
Rolled in the sand
And played under the parked cars
Then his siblings left our street
And his blind mother got run over
By a car
Driven by a blind man
He moved on
Again, like a brave man
But I don't know
Who bit his puny tail
One evening, when a man
I had given my heart, my existence to
Made a mockery
Of my love for him
I walked out of the house and opened the gate
Making it groan louder than usual
But he didn't come
I called him, I shouted, I screamed
I thought he had gone to visit his friends
But he didn't come back the next morning
The next week
The next month
I still look for him
Every time I open the gate
Sometimes I open the gate
For no reason
He is my first experience
Of unconditional love
He is the first
MAN in my life
Poetry by Rijutha
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Written on 2011-10-04 at 09:22
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My MAN
From the end of the streetHe came running towards me
As soon as he heard me opening
The creaky gate of my house
He came to me
Wagging his bitten tail
A battle scar that he showed off
Like a brave man
He wasn't a man yet
Neither was he a boy
He was probably an adolescent
With innocent dreams
He tried to put his dirty paws
On my tummy
While I hid behind the gate
To save my pretty dress
To an insensitive being
He was just another street dog
Most likely rabid
And pretty annoying
To me he was something else
I don't know what exactly he was to me
I am certainly no animal lover
But he was no animal!
He was a beautiful brown
Not the rice field mud brown
Not the school uniform brown either
But a golden sandy brown – not exactly that too
He lived under the dry culvert
And spent his time playing
In the garbage heap at the end of the street
With others of his kind
The moment he heard my gate groaning
He would come bounding towards me
Hi eyes made me feel like as if
I was the reason of his existence
I know he didn't like the white bread I gave him
He usually found better things to eat at the dump
Yet he ate courteously till the last crumbs disappeared
And then he would lick my toes – that was his desert
I first saw him when he was a small boy
Tugging at his mother's teats
His eyes caught me
His deep, sparkling, dreamy, hopeful, alive eyes
He had never left his blind mother's side
Though his brothers and sisters
Rolled in the sand
And played under the parked cars
Then his siblings left our street
And his blind mother got run over
By a car
Driven by a blind man
He moved on
Again, like a brave man
But I don't know
Who bit his puny tail
One evening, when a man
I had given my heart, my existence to
Made a mockery
Of my love for him
I walked out of the house and opened the gate
Making it groan louder than usual
But he didn't come
I called him, I shouted, I screamed
I thought he had gone to visit his friends
But he didn't come back the next morning
The next week
The next month
I still look for him
Every time I open the gate
Sometimes I open the gate
For no reason
He is my first experience
Of unconditional love
He is the first
MAN in my life
Poetry by Rijutha
Read 676 times
Written on 2011-10-04 at 09:22
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