Tree Is Not Always Romantic

By Sanjay G. Singh

At my place (tree) I was having a meal,

a dog like me came and asked for a piece of meat.

I knew it was a very big deal

but after seeing him in this burning heat,

I called him underneath

gave him the piece of meat.

He saw as if he had seen a God,

but how do I explain that I am a beggar

and this life is not an award.

This dog came to me like a teacher,

he never asked for another piece.

Though he was a different creature,

he understood and waited in peace.

We became friends, we shared our food,

no one ever came to me like this like a fool

but he did, and it felt good.

We are two different creatures with same fate.

Will God at least listen to this little mate

and open that heavenly gate?

By Sanjay G. Singh