It was a dream to have you when I retire
Not from life but from work; the one we do to learn and earn!
But you found me before and that was my lesson-1
Perhaps good things in life should not be delayed
‘Coz while we are postponing life speeds by!
For me life is ‘divine’; not to be sold or bought
But the era we belong to has to fulfill a cost
And I cognize the fact that it’s not just money, but an honor that was due
To which I pay my regard as an obligation that you weren’t factory bred
You were born at home, to a family that loved yours
And meditated for your safe birth
Thus my lesson-2
You took my breath away, as I held you for the first time
All apprehensions melted with that breath
The firm grip I held you with gave birth to the positive affirmation in me
‘I can do it. And I’ll do it beautifully!’
The Lesson-3 popped out.
Your natural hue, the furry you
Those dark piercing eyes can hide no lies
That black wet nose, your yelp behind closed doors
The paws that muddy my home,
The worn-out me yet you say you want it more!
That is Lesson-4
Keep teaching me as I brace myself
I love you but I know you do it more!
-Megha
