A reason for happiness

The dust and grime never bothered him.
The filth and muck from the drains was his playground.
He lazed in the scorching sun,
His tongue hanging out
like a piece of pink cloth
hanging on a clothesline to dry.
When darkness descended in the lanes,
He almost became invisible,
His pitch black coat accomodating
all the darkness that seeped in
between the hairs of his fur.
He used to welcome me every morning,
Trotting at a quickened pace
on sighting me
and then jumping up
to leave his dusty or muddied paw prints on my track bottom.
His greediness at snatching the biscuit from my hand always induced a smile.
He was a reason for happiness in the mornings,
Till that speeding van ran over him.
He lay in the scorching sun,
A mess of blood and entrails
And was a reason for happiness
for the crows
That feasted on his entrails.

Author: gdutta17

Born in the year 1968, my childhood was spent amidst the beautiful scenic landscape of a small town in India, Ranchi. Though an engineer by qualification, reading, writing and cooking are my passions. Another thing that I am passionate about is my country, India. As they say, a lifetime is probably not enough to explore the whole of India. Currently based in Kolkata, I can be reached at gdutta17@gmail.com.

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