The Dog Person
A happening, apparently soaked in the gist of reality
Still able to be the underlying cause
Behind the strictly personal tear drops
On her mobile screen, which will be wiped faster than
She can forget
And the creator of the universe was not allowed
To rub his hand against the little furry paws
And invite him to the other side, but the laws
Of time, didn’t care for her demanding beauty
An ailment deeply rooted
Somewhere in the body of her pet, that urged bundles
Of candles to be burnt, and that of money for the
Vets until
Last night, her old dog finally departed for a celestial kennel
Maybe joyfully
Leaving her in a rather earthly field of emptiness
Missing the warm woolly texture
Sleeping pills working as her nocturnal elixir
She fakes a smile as an easy excuse for her lack of hunger
Rain, sweet rain comes with her friendly thunders
She is cold
She is alone
But she has a treasure though
The warmth of the dog’s skin still lingers around her arm
From the elbow to the fingers, comfortably warm
Comfortably warm
And she goes to bed thinking it would be gone
Before the morn
Copyright © Soumyadeep Kanji | Year Posted 2017
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