The boy with his pup

"The Boy with his Pup"- C. Acharya

Drunk like the Sun in the evening to forget,
How Moon shines for them but not me.

Seeing this broken wind hurrying on the chilika lake,
whispers of tragedy,
Sees the Sun.

The boy with his pup,
In search of light,
Jumps into the pond,
Pup so scared, but wagging tail of hope.

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