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The frail and frolic of a totter, and those squinty eyes was a daily affair
Never did this subside even with the varieties of glare
 
Overjoyed cries and shrieks were shrill indeed
His curious nose resembled a pearling bead
 
Golden Yellow was what he wore
Warmth exuded from his scrawny core
 
Muddy Little paws here and there, always ready for intervention
These were his little antics of drawing some attention
 
He had a cowering greet, with ingredients of shy and meek,
But was a real smart player with the absence of weak.
 
Bony and skinny was a mere mask
All the gallantries were his to bask
 
For he chose no one but the black alpha as his nemesis
He recoiled in pain but never in fright, and stood alone in every crisis
 
His heart was bigger than his stomach
And his paws never failed to scratch our lowermost tuck
 
The tail that wagged the entire body
Was not for everybody but for people that he considered as somebody
 
The blackness in eyes with a little white, spoke of innocence and unsaid plight
His eyes did wonders, and with the passing days there was an elevating might
 
He soon became the menacing Dennis, with impish horns replacing the floppy ears
Those Antennas distinguished our cars with different gears
 
Pestering and Nudging were his game, and he never relented without the same
He had a bouncing spirit with a gait that was lame
 
 
Man and beast were both stirred but his funny bones never ceased to be heard
He squeaked like a mouse but glided like a bird
 
At night he retired to his muddy resort or his under vehicle residence
His mellow bellow used to rattle the morning and knock some sense
 
For someone that flinched from the slightest touch, he was now a brute guarding us from every touch
From a sheep in the flock, he became the vigilant shepherd without a clock
 
The pitched shriek soon turned into an echoed sound, and he was no where to be found
He was our treasure and we began the hunt, knowing that he is bearing some brunt
 
Hope was trampled on the dusty road, but in the night was a silhouette that glowed
He was battered but his soul never shattered
 
His quiet soul rested on the tattered rug
Had some chicken and broth in his plastic mug

​Gradually his eyes closed with an anticipated journey, and the curtain on his eyes never rolled up
His voice was the tea to the morning he knew, and now there was a lull that brewed from the cup
 
In our hearts are embedded his jubilant shrieks and affectionate grins
For he was our Geeshi, the feeble soldier with all the wins
 

Aah It’s morning and I behold the splendid bloom of flowers
The glory is unmatched and so are their blithely showers


The dew droplets on the soft petals,remind me of the trickling tears on my cheek
Their shine is combined with a gesture that is meek

Flowers are reminiscent of vibrance and a widespread joy
Brimming with Romance, they make me coy

Do I love her or not is a fathomless quest
But my flowery buds help me to end this test

The answer is usually an embedded smile or a distorted dream
Plucked are their heads and uprooted is their soul, and they thought we were a team

They are akin to the magnificence of moon 
But their fragility is what kills them too soon

Withered and frail ,they are nothing but unwanted
Paleness and colourlessness combined make their deathbed 

Shrouded with sympathy I behold their grave
But there is nothing that I can do to save

Do you think that empathy is what I lack
Then you must be a lunatic and a sheer crack

These are not humans whose death is to be mourned
I can cry only if emotions are loaned ​