Faithful Dog
Five years is a long time, but not long enough to forget things,
nostalgic memories, flashed before me
as if it was yesterday,
I remembered everything about our old house
the porch covered with vines,
fence lined with ferns,
garden in the backyard,
how whispers of the trees could be heard,
during the dead silence of night.
My rosette had won first prize in school competition,
I had run and showed that to everyone in the village,
I opened my purse looked at my precious memory,
only to keep it back safely.
Everything around had changed,
the road, the shops,
I had to stop the car and ask the way to my own house!
it was somewhat amusing, how swiftly things change.
Hope home would be same as before,
hope everything has not fallen down as rubble,
roof had cracks, even staircase needed repair,
hope the window had not broken over the years.
Thoughts raced to max,
that is what I lovingly called him,
he was a Street dog,
I would feed him regularly,
I would even give him a bath.
As I entered the village, I could hear sounds of barking
Was it max?...
He was standing at the door of my old home,
jumping, yelping, barking in joy.
As I got down, he literally pounced on me,
paws all over me, licking me,
wagging his tail vigorously.
Tears fell down my cheeks,
he had waited all these years hopeful of my return.
I saw tears in Max's eyes.
I went back home with wonderful memories and max,
I couldn't leave him their.
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