The rain is loud now, As if a giant feet arises from the clouds To step on the river under the bridge of my heart And disturb it in such a way That the sails of ships bend, And the water touches the bridge from below, Tickling it to sorrow… The rain is loud now, But actually, it has always been like this. You were there once, And I never felt it. But now, All there is Is this sorrow That tickles me from inside, As if it wants me to laugh, Yet doesn’t let me At the same time…
A puppy
Abandoned with a chain around its neck.
Too heavy
For it to drag.
Too heavy
For it to move
Anywhere
For food,
Water,
Shelter from the sun.
Crying.
Tired of crying.
Not crying anymore.
Men in suits went by.
Women in suits went by.
Children in uniforms,
On bicycles
Went by.
A beggar removed the chain
To sell it for food.
And the pup licked his feet
Happily.
The beggar.
The dumb beggar,
Thinking it was asking its chain back,
Finding it cute,
Put it back on its neck
And left it
Alone.
Crying.
Tired of crying.
Crying no more...
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