
"I was always wanted to knowI jus looked at her face once,n pointed my finger silently to da person sitting calm in her garden on da earth.....
if u were to meet the world's
most beautiful person,what would she be like???????"
da most beautiful person need not be a very wealthy one,she need not give up all her jewels jus to make a belt for me,she need not struggle jus to make a perfect room for me.....she should be jus like my master on earth,who gave me space in her heart....
I remember dat day,dat pain and panic
da fear n desperation....
I remember not wanting to die,n trying to hold on..
n i remember dat warmth in dat hug,dat soft hands picking me even so gently....
she took a great care of me,she tried so hard to make me alive...
she loved me like any thing....
one fine day i was absolutely fine wid good health...
after dat we played a lot,every day was a new sense of joy...
every morning i was waiting near her bed very patiently for her to open her eyes,n take me for morning walk....
every night i was waiting for her to come home n take me to garden,where we both had wonderful nights playing together....
last Christmas she got a red belt for me...dat Christmas was wonderful......
But dat yesterday is no more now.....
sometimes wen i sit quiet lookin at earth...
Isee dat my master sometimes forgets dat im not alive n she talks wid me,sometimes even she searches for me in da garden n wen she got to her sences back dat m nomore,der wouldn't be no more words on her soft pink lips,i could just see a silent tear streaming down her cheak....
As i sit in those moments of quiet,
wen sadness invades me,
I remember dat "yesterday" which is no more.....
I remember my master who is living wid my memories on da earth...
Oh my goddess....
on dis Christmas eve i have a wish....
cant i get back to my home on da earth..cant i get back to my master...cant i get back to dat sweet "yesterday"
My master is da beautiful person on dis earth.......
look at her,shez holding a white belt in her hands n silently standing at my grave...
cant i get back to my home.....I cant stay in dis heaven ny more....
widout my master even dis heaven looks like a hell for me...
i don need all these joys in heaven...i jus need dat simple hug of my master....
cant i get back to my home.....
CANT I?????

