Reply to Today’s Daily Prompt :
Salad Days
Is there a period in your own personal life that you think of as the good old days? Tell us a story about those innocent and/or exciting times (or lack thereof).

Child stares the ceiling whole day,
Barely speaks, Barely moves, Tears drooping….
Takes his favourite corner of the bed
Wanting to collapse into himself for shelter

People seem to be his enemies
He barely utters a word
Loves a world of his own
A world, where, being a child isn’t a crime

His mind seems to carve out an impression
He begins to feel it
Feel the moist love of his ‘companion’
The companion of all times – ‘Motherly Dog’

Peeking into the his eyes;
He tries to gather,
Gather all moments of joy,
Gather all embraces and love that he’s got

Dog tries to wipe,
Wipe the pearls flowing through his eyes
Wants to encapsulate the child,
Wants to give his all to bring a smile

Dog perishes
but still he is
He is in his deeds,
He is in his thoughts

And the best part
He tries to be like his ‘companion’
Because everyday he strives
He tries
to be twice the human as he is…..

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