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Articles: Poetry | My Pet - Boxer
- Mr. Manas Aditya
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It was a dark winter night
Everybody is sleeping quite
I heard a cry
Don't know whyI wanted to go.
Without wearing sandles
I ran out for the help
I saw a beautiful boxer (dog)
crying for her mother.
I looked here and there
No trace of his mother anywhere
I waited for hours together
For the return of his mother.
Finally I lost hope
Don't understand what to do
Took him to my room
Fed him well with my food.
He grew up like a beast
Loved his master from deep
Years passed away
Our friendship became warmer
day by day.
He loved for a walk with me
Share my happiness and
sorrow moments with me.
I think its the god gifted one
Who is now looking fine in my arm.
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