Gate
It was a late night of the lively day, When I returned from the dance theater, I heard a non -stop groaning sound nearby, The sound had come from a ghostly building, I opened the gate of the old mansion, And I found an old wretched mother dog, It was in Godforsaken condition, And it was nearing its menacing grave, I felt grief -stricken on the old mother, What a sad condition the animal had, I wanted to save the mother doggy, I helped the to drink some water, The mom wagged its tail for a reward, In a gossamer way, it was rescued.
Copyright © Balasubramaniyan Venkataramani | Year Posted 2025
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