Treasure Island

Valsa George


A Sermon from the Wild


On a stone wall, by the pavement
Annoyed and angry,
With daggers drawn at everyone
Sat he dejected and depressed.

Eyes so cold, mind so blank
His vision, blurred by a hazy mist,
His gaze, fixed on the horizon far
Stationed he like a block of stone

From a distance, came a barking sound
From the dog that followed its master's trail
Seeing a rodent, behind the bush
The dog was barking on and on

The mangy animal, once so loved
Now left wantonly uncared,
Violently disturbing the calm around
Irked the man, otherwise annoyed

Instant was his response.
Picking up a stone and aiming at the dog
He hurled the stone with all his might
And wow! It didn't miss the target

Hit hard by the whizzing stone
The dog twitched and yelled in pain
Licking its wound, it ran round and round
Along the concrete path, mad and wild

Until, at last it slowed down
And moved towards its master harsh
Petrified, on an impulse, he jumped down,
And fearing the worst, he closed his eyes.

But wagging its tail with a pleading look
It began licking its master's hand
The hand so rude that clutched the stone,
And flung at it, causing it to bleed

It was a gesture too deep for words
That taught the man the lesson of love;
To love others with every broken piece
Even after someone breaks your heart

After years, it still remains
The best sermon, he ever heard.
Hitherto, never ever preached
By any mortal, living or dead

Submitted: Monday, November 19, 2012
Edited: Monday, November 19, 2012

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  • Deepak Kumar Pattanayak (8/1/2014 12:37:00 PM)

    Very touching and poignantly crafted.......Valsa....bringing subtle emotion to every line.....be it human or animal
    every mortal yearns for love badly.........a great piece rich with weighty morals.......... (Report) Reply

  • Patricia Grantham (9/6/2013 9:35:00 AM)

    Valsa this beloved piece of writing is heart wrenching. The love of
    the dog for his master even though he was treated in the worst kind of way
    is very enlightening. In the same light we should love someone still even when
    they have mistreated us. Yes we can learn from animals. Even as humans we
    sometimes act no better than the animals do. An inspiring write in all its
    entirety. (Report) Reply

  • Kee Thampi (11/23/2012 8:36:00 AM)

    with a plead to make a good poem by (editing)

    many lines are poetic
    But wagging its tail with a pleading look
    It began licking its master's hand (Report) Reply

  • Chandra Thiagarajan (11/19/2012 11:43:00 AM)

    Nice sermon the dog gave with his actions of love-too deep for words- to love others even after someone breaks your heart-What a lovely thought so beautifully couched! A deeply touching write which will be remembered for long.Thank you and kind regards.
    Chandra Thiagarajan (Report) Reply

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