Faustus Poem by Hans Raj Sharma

How lovely that yours
White Faustus was...!

Yes, my dear grand-kids
With its sweetness-
And over re-activeness
Jumping and dodging
Running here and there
And both of you chasing
Cross-chasing it-
Then its hiding under
The heap of dry woods.

All of you playfully-
Running to and fro
Playing run and chase
Destroying the whole
Of my kitchen-garden
And my getting angry
Though blissful inside.

But, one fateful day
Both your pet-pups
Bravo and Rocky
All in a friendly play-
Perhaps they didn't at all
Since, weren't able to kill
Not even a stain of blood
But, Faustus was no more.

That was the saddest day
Day for both of you-
That I calculated...
I too ripped, couldn't eat
Eat well that gloomy day!
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Ludhiana, Punjab, India.