"I wish to keep it, PLEASE!! let me...
I shall be a responsible girl, I assure you; you'll see..."
And with these words of appeasement ,
I wondered if my father would nod to believe me...
There it was-the final nod,
and the world of an eleven year old, was all glee...
A new home , which it was not acquainted to,
Half a dozen hands to stroke and feed it too.
It blinked around gathering itself,
rolled over the carpet, to my amazement!
"What should I name him...this tiny puppy of mine?"
This little one- dark coat, soft paws, a tint of brown over its glinty eyes...
"perdy? No its a he!
Rambo? oh seems too violent to me!"
Something just struck and it was thought...
'Jojo' I named him, keeping it simple and short.
Over the years, Jojo grew up,
with me and my family as a part of us...
Friendly in times of felicity,
Fierce when in front of foe...
Faithful like no one else could ever be,
was and is my Jojo...
These lines I write, Jojo you cannot read,
yet I know.. all I feel...you feel...
I pine for the walks with you,
the little games we played all through...
The times when I dolled you up,
when you tore the curtains and Mum's rage would'nt stop!
Sitting here, miles away...
I reminiscence the good old days.
I wish you godspeed and a long life,
And thank you for being an unconditional friend till date...
I shall be a responsible girl, I assure you; you'll see..."
And with these words of appeasement ,
I wondered if my father would nod to believe me...
There it was-the final nod,
and the world of an eleven year old, was all glee...
A new home , which it was not acquainted to,
Half a dozen hands to stroke and feed it too.
It blinked around gathering itself,
rolled over the carpet, to my amazement!
"What should I name him...this tiny puppy of mine?"
This little one- dark coat, soft paws, a tint of brown over its glinty eyes...
"perdy? No its a he!
Rambo? oh seems too violent to me!"
Something just struck and it was thought...
'Jojo' I named him, keeping it simple and short.
Over the years, Jojo grew up,
with me and my family as a part of us...
Friendly in times of felicity,
Fierce when in front of foe...
Faithful like no one else could ever be,
was and is my Jojo...
These lines I write, Jojo you cannot read,
yet I know.. all I feel...you feel...
I pine for the walks with you,
the little games we played all through...
The times when I dolled you up,
when you tore the curtains and Mum's rage would'nt stop!
Sitting here, miles away...
I reminiscence the good old days.
I wish you godspeed and a long life,
And thank you for being an unconditional friend till date...
3 comments:
beautifully written...i wish jojo could read this one himself,but m sure he can feel it...as u said..
i still remember d day jojo came into ur lyf.... n dis jus expresses ur luv 4 him... i 2 hav played wid him at times.... dis jus reminds me of days wen he used 2 run away 2 d unit lines... n then a severe bashin 4m uncle... may god gives him long lyf n ur luv...
@abhimanyu- oye..thanks a ton! for all ur comments..(on d rest of the poems)
n hope u come ovr home n meet Jojo smtime(tho he s nt dat little pup he used to be!!)
well, he used to run away to unit lines..but 'severe bashing'..nah..
dad never bashed him up..jus scoldings u c..
m kinda touchy on dat issue:)
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