The Little Puppy

Contemporary Poetry Anthology by Santosh Kumar Biswa

The Little Puppy

Jogging through the park, I heard a bark. A Little distance more, up to the shore, the same little puppy, seemed to be happy.

Resting on the rock, I saw the puppy making a knock, near me on the ground, curiously at a round.

Out of love, I flew to the shore like a dove, to fetch the water, and to relieve him faster. Because it was the little puppy, who seemed to be happy.

Contemporary Poetry Anthology by Santosh Kumar Biswa

Taking to the house, to war against the mouse, made me blissful at first, but took away all my thirst. Crossing all the edges, took the last drop of milk from my fridge.

Thinking through the day, enforced me to take it up to the bay. Again, I jogged through the park, and made it to the bark.

Like the same little puppy, I found, but, I was time bound, to take it away from home, and put it inside the dome, to get rid permanently, and to live happily.