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Broonie- the dog story!

broonie dog story
“Broonie”
On some days, I write words
On others, I narrate stories!
Here’s a story from
The days: When I was learning to keep my head held high enough to part away from all the glories!
Somewhere in the course of my journey,
I met this mighty friend
I don’t know what his name was
But for sure he replied pretty well too – “Broonie!”
He has witnessed the unseen,
explored the roads left untravelled by “hoomans“,
hunted the huntsman pack
and above all, he managed to keep his calm at the time of adversities!
Somewhere in this rhythm of personification:
Intentionally, I doubted his position and that’s when the ‘chacha’ passing by narrated the tales from his days of glory!
No less than an armour,
He wore his pride.
He has seen thousands of faces passing by
He has witnessed the places changing and weather of the mountains switching,
He was parted from the family when he was just 5!
Merely 5 days,
When he was taken away
Fighting street battles
Learning the art of survival
The scars on his coat of uneven fur
Evidently, highlighted his acts of valour!
Listening to the tales from old days
we all stood
A cloud of thoughts hurling in our mind💭
A strong neural impulse to learn:
  1. The art of survival.
  2. Giving way to self-respect.
  3. Sharing pride in what we presently ought to be!
As we were about to go:
Broonie, once again, hold our sight
A friend of mine clicked the shot
And like all others, we passed by:
“Broonie“!
–Etched Mirage writes✍✌
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