Where is my sweet pie?.. Prasanna Bhatta

 

    Oh My Dear Sweet Pie.
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 Reddish rays of
    the setting Sun
    reflecting on the sand looks
        as gorgeous as ripe rice field.
 
 Looking at
   the red apple
   setting in the west ,
 My eye smote
    a grown up sweet pie
    wandering there
               without a word.
 Beckoning her,
   I thought to spend sometime
           to remove solitariness.
 She came near
     and sat close to me
     giving a heartfelt smile ,
       which was
           as pure as lily flowers.

 Her body was
     as grey as smoke
     in the evening,
 Face looked
       as black as raven
       in the evening.
 Giving some biscuits ,
      told her to sing
                   a song gaily
 Replied me,
     to sing the song
     is blessed to
     poets and singers charmingly.
 She let me move my hand
       on her swelling body,
 Didn't say, only gave
       a hearty smile heartily.
 She closed to me
         nearer and nearer,
 I got immense pleasure
        with her more and more.
 I stood to
       leave the place .
She followed me in surprise,
         just gave a blissful smile .
Coming after me,
         both of us arrived at house,
Without a slightest question
         of leaving,
            she was all smiles.
I smiled and thought
      how innocent she was.
I let her enter my room
      and dine with me.
She came and slept
      beside me,
       just a lovely smile
            on her face.
I felt her warmth
         of her body,
She let me put
         on her fleshy body.
Putting hand on her body,
       I dreamt a  dream
    asif I were in the seventh valley.

In the morning,
      I called her,
         Oh Sweet Pie , come.
       She came and licked my feet
        WITH A SMILY SMILE.
              ****E ND ****
copyright @Prasanna Bhatta, India.
Sweet Pie is a pet dog.