BESTOWAL OF AN AMAZING SOUL

By Tenzin Choezin

Woefully, shooing it to called deemed dirty

Pelting it with stones with no mercy

Considering feral with obvious untamed

There isn’t any reform and to blamed.

Still tend to follow with the high resolute

Still lick the hand that pelted stone to shooed

Still wagging it tail in order to procure love

Still bellying up than to turn timid rough.

It still clings with the beauty of night In the midst of dire doubt of sight

Its fur coated with incredible silk

Tail ends with the ball of tick.

Frail drained her energy to turn clumsy

But loaded of eagerness animated to sassy

Deep dark coated alleviate the marble ball eye

But its dazzling fine to rouse every eye.

Hunger seems sanctity than to faze

It reflects its wagging tail to amaze

It evokes into sureness with a bowl of milk

It lures from doubtful blink to ease wink.

Winking eye of her instant occult me something

It appears as hope with expanded swing to wing

Something to pay heed with the voice of God

Come up with surprisingly beautiful soul from Lord…

By Tenzin Choezin