A Lesson For My Dog

by thekathmandudes

As I was being laid to rest

With my arrogance abreast,

I asked the providence if I was already dead

“You were never born”, it said.


So, all life was but a condescending tease,

And the gods, still laugh on me with ill ease.


It was a drama where bliss and malady took turns

With a doleful gut, only my dog, now mourns,

The end of my hollow existence,


‘Be the happiness or an extraordinary menace’.