THE DEATH OF BUCK-MY PET DOG

THE DEATH OF BUCK-MY PET DOG

"Koo kroo...koo kroo...koo kroo...",a call
Does echo around from deep inside 
My heart....This call could wake his soul
And draw him close to home beside
From far and near alike....But look
My mother cries when thoughts of Buck,
Our pet,make waves in heart a book
Where wrote he many tales-our luck !

Ten years!he lived with us,a king
Of all our hearts...a master of all arts.
But now no more....Those calls can't bring
Him home...But still a call darts
From all our hearts-but vain such calls
Can't bring back Buck from Paradice...
For during prayers he just rolls
Inside dad's lap with closed eyes!

No words,no gentle breeze can soothe Mom
She says,"he was a son to me".
Yes,he Buck was blessed with much wisdom...
For always he was like a bee....
From dawn to dusk,from dusk to dawn
Alert and active-barking loud,
He used to chase and frighten the bone
Of all those strangers and crowd!

Oh!nothing prevents tears;no man
Or animal can comfort we all....
Everyday ,early dawn,he ran
Along with me for the ball....
He was fit -very fit-no sickness
Ever made him bed-ridden
That day,the day of tears,a stillness
Did spread in home and farm-so sudden!

Dear Buck,my kid,what shall I say
To all,to Mom, to Dad ,Goodwin,
Harsha,and all who read this today?
Boy,may I say that you did win
A game and went abroad to play
The final match and assure all
That you will come home some day
And answer them when they call?