He is soft. Little. A stress buster ball.
Wherever I go, he follows me.
Whatever lies he smells it
Then look at me as if he knows everything.
He entangles my leg, sleeps in my lap
I share with him whatever good I have.
At night he comes close where I sleep
Perhaps search his mother within me.
Sometimes I think its better to take him back
Life is hard now, can he bear that
Suddenly I feel silence everywhere,
Sitting on a couch, no one there.
He is my little pet, a gust of cold wind
Though I shiver, still life needs him.
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