Greasy Gain

A poem on saving my cutie pet, my treasure with life.

One day I bought a pup and was very happy. It was beautiful and very cute. I had a great time with her and made it hear what I played on my flute. It barked and bounced around me. I caught it going around trees. Slowly and slowly it started coming close to my heart. I had liked it from the start, it’s tail was so bushy I rubbed it on my palms. I was really captivated by her dogly charms. When I would tell it to sit it would sit and when stand would stand. But one day it disappeared quizzically and I became sad totally. I went near the woods for a search. I went to take a look even inside the prohibited area of church. Then I found it hanging from a cliff on a tree. It was crying for the sake of being free. I jumped and bruised my knee. I could save it after a lot of effort and I cried in joy, thank you Almighty. But now my life was in danger because in these woods I was a complete stranger. My shirt got torn and I threw it away after bandaging little buttercup. Things started to be from now up. It was becoming difficult to hold on with the wind’s sway. I thought, oh, God it had been a heavily hectic day. I finally made it to a place of safety. I was thankful to God greatly. I had got the pup with great pain. It was my greasy gain.

Published by ambikajha

I am Ambika Jha.I like to write on different topics.I feel life is too short for anything.So let us work our best in the given time and let life's music be in rhythm and rhyme.So be your best and never stop to learn and write.

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