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……