I shuddered at the thought of separation
So I hugged you tight in desperation.
Often I whispered in your ears
Nisha, do not leave me in tears.
I worried being away from you a few miles
Each time I returned you greeted me with big smiles.
Your anger expressed with a few barks
Settled down quickly with some cute small talks.
From puppy age to young age to old age
With pleasure I gave you the centre stage.
Now my angel, wait for me at the gates of the holy land
And together we shall walk hand in hand.
–Mummy, Sujaya Jagadish, Bengaluru