Writings

Sheero

Morning and evening
They take me for a walk,
Rest of the time,
I am alone with despair

With a strap in my neck,
I am called as their pet
They love me and care,
But they leave me on the top

Throughout the day,
I continue to knock
That big terrace gate,
But it is always locked

I keep hanging my head,
From the balcony’s gap
Waiting for a companion,
I could feel the tightness of my strap

When I hear their footsteps,
I jump with joy
Soon after they leave,
I become lonely and sad

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