In love with my pet, I did
many acts,
Sensing that it liked each of
my acts.
It was not to condemn but
ready to amend,
When it disapproved of any of
my acts,
For it knows my pulse and
throbs.
As I hold you, dear, as more
than a pet
Can you ditch me for any
shortfall?
Is not it a fault of your
closed mindedness?
Be superior to, and kinder
than, a pet.
14.09.99, Palakkad
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