Mumbai's veteran only-dog-with-his-own-blog, Bozo, sometimes get philosophical . Maybe it's because he is getting older. Maybe because he is the type who doesn't hanker after something, all the time. Maybe because he runs and leaps less and thinks more these days. Maybe because his boss is retired and he feels retired too. Who knows.
But his mentor and life-and-times-chronicler Magiceye, was recently privy to some of his thoughts, while he clicked a formal photo of Bozo, (much similar to a certain photo of Nehru in profile. Only the paw at the canine chin is missing). Magiceye posted the photo here.
studying and shaking
their heads,
over a piece of paper
describing their stars at birth,
and often wondered,
who
in their right mind
would even bother
about exact times and celestial stars
when one was there,
just born,
right in front of them....
I don't have a paper.
I was born somewhere else
where trees and walls
barred the sky;
but where I am now,
I've been treated like a star.
They indulge me,
applaud me,
worry about me,
listen to me,
play with me,
photograph me,
and even scold me at times.
I have folks
across the world
enquiring after me,
and like a sailor,
I have my admirers
swooning in every port...
For a fellow,
who,
unlike these bipeds,
didn't have
a worried Mom
for many years,
I must have had amazing planets and stars
smiling down at me.
Being born of a womb
was not all.
I was born again
in someone's heart ....!
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