Ariel Poem by Anuraag Sharma

Every day I pass the road by which
he is lying buried in.
The turn at the road bends
and an involuntary bow—a tilt so sudden—
it is and gone—my atlas feels day after day.
A dog with an attitude is
more than a dog. And that was
Ariel—never licking, loving
ever...more caring than cared for.
Some wild sods flutter blades
at the burial ground—the velvety fluffy tail—
so metamorphosed—is still
green memory.
The wildness in the eyes of the
days gone by and for ever has
melted into the surrounding
wilderness....canine olfactory
perceptions chase me through
the dust balloons past my scooter.
Ariel, why do you follow me?
I'm left behind too far....