HELLO!

On the corner of the road
She sits with eyes that speak
Waiting for the passerby friends
To hold her raised hand that greets

All she wants is a smile for a smile
A hello for a hello
She is always waiting there
Not to just take what you have
But give back a feeling that's so rare

My conversations with her
Cover all things possible
From Corona and her eye allergy
To her old age and love for cottage cheese

I love the way she listens patiently
As I hold her hand in mine
She is a comforting soul
Who doesn't speak yet understands

The unsaid words are louder than
What words can often convey
Some friendships are beyond humans
I call them real humans... dogs some say

There comes my sweetheart
In her black and white fur
'Motee' they call her
A wagging tail and four legs...
The bond I always prefer.

Tripti Bisht