Too busy to think about myself I used to stand <br />From morning till evening, sentry, <br />Between sleeplessness and armed excursions, <br />Where it was too hot during the day- time, <br />But when enough green and youth and keen eyes <br />And something inborn was there to keep <br />Me a dreamer nearly happy. <br /> <br />The sun had just mounted to burn out the day <br />When you in stripes and colours and agile beauty <br />Caught me in your tiny curious eyes. There was <br />A twitch and a flash of the tail and a shrill cry: <br />Was it a spoof, warning or squirrel regard? <br /> <br />What speed, twinkle, your brown-gray hair in flight, <br />I in regimentals- a prisoner of existence. <br />Days passed: When I stood still and solemn <br />It seemed at least for once our differences vanished <br />And you alighted my right boot, found your way up, <br />The rawness of the tickle slowly turning <br />Into sweet torment and near my belt line <br />Your paw permeating into my raw flesh, <br />Infusion of agony and ease! <br /> <br />What startled you who ran down your hesitant run? <br />Did I yell, shriek in throbbing ecstasy? <br />You waited a second near my knee <br />To watch my looks and took leave for ever <br />To stir memory and desire in vacant hours.<br /><br />Raveendran N.V.<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/interaction-2/
