When lying down near your old friend
You are such a Bengali sweet and softy
In upper palate as you close your eyes.

As they do , boy and girl on a chocolate
In t.v. advertisement, gooey and goofy.
You are not dog to fish for compliment.

They make jokes of your seeming lying
In complete canine disinterest in flies,
A lack of tail for the flying wind of flies.

You don’t understand their carnal jokes.
Nor do they follow your dog’s emotions.
Your paw-prints are not seen in garden.

After your old friend stopped thinking
In her arm, you are such dogged friend
Who brings old smiles back to her eyes.