A puppy was next door; I
poured all my love.
The puppy grew warm, her tail
wagging a little,
That made me warm, my spirit
in glow.
Out of sight she went, yet
threw her glances,
That made her absence a balm,
not a scar.
That day she turned her back,
her tail drooping,
That killed my spirit; I am
free of sore.
A viewer lost the vision of a
dancer
When the power broke. He is
disturbed.
A listener lost the voice of
a singer
When the mike went off. He is
disturbed.
When the performer herself is
off
The stage, with no third
force to disturb,
The audience simply vacates
the place.
I love the puppy for her
pleasure;
I leave it when it loses
pleasure.
20.02.2000.
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