Thursday, March 11, 2010

at the grave of his master...

At the grave of his master the dog stayed quiet,

Shedding the warm drops of tear,

Once while no one cared enough him,

While he was wounded, lonely, and hungry….

While he was amidst of grief,

When all the by passers hit him,

And threw stones on him,

His master, the poor beggar

took the old dog to his small but peaceful hut,

He was lonely like the dog,

He fed the dog with his food,

He dressed the wound of the dog,

He cared the dog like his child,

They were like a best friends within a short time,

They loved each other,

They never felt that they are different species,

They dwell each other as a comfort….

But now at his grave, the old dog is lonely again,

At the grave of his master,

He had nothing to give in return,

Just two drops of tear from the heart burning pain

At the loss of his master…

He walked away once again,old,weak and lonely……


  1. ഹേയ്.. നിനക്കു ഒരു മുട്ടന്‍ പണി ഇവിടെ  ഉണ്ട്, വെക്കം നോക്ക്.. :)

  2. പോസ്റ്റിന്റെ ഫ്രീക്വന്സി ഇത്തിരി കുറയ്ക്കുവോ ? ഫോളോ ചെയ്യാന്‍ പോലും പറ്റണില്ല :-( ബെര്‍ളിയെ തോല്‍പ്പിക്കാന്‍ ഇറങ്ങിയതാണോ ?

  3. ഹി ഹി
    നല്ല സൂപ്പര്‍ പണി

    അപ്പൊ ഇനി ഞാന്‍ മുകളില്‍ എഴുതിയ പോലെ ചെയ്യ്

  4. Hey keep writing... No need of reducing freq... I think now its just like a pill.. read one poem in a day and keep d doc away.... :P