Left Behind

By Dr.B.Senthil Visagan

Rescued me being a rescue—

A stray who never let me astray!

A runt with an eye for apple once,

Yet an apple of my eye

Like I was to you.

They call you voiceless

Yet,you are the only one

To listen to my voice

That is heard less.

Being dichromatic,

Unable to perceive red

Despite the harm in their intent;

Seeing all blue

To wear off the blues

In everyone;

And yet, They call you a dog—

But then, you are my God.

One eyed as you are,

A hole in the other,

Giving you away

Has left a hole

In my heart—

A void I cannot avoid ever.

By Dr.B.Senthil Visagan