a river carrying
waters of spring
the bipinnate leaves
fold into shyness
spots of rosiness
in the bud
a rose wallah
dresses a boquet
My Pet's End
I watched him awake thro' the night,
Sharing my pillow, unable to rest,
Observing me with swollen eyes,
Breathing hard, pushing for life.
Dawn awoke, his spirit broke,
Body shook, eyes wept.
As I fed milk thro’ nursing bottle,
He tasted it and gifted his soul.