Yes, I got a friend.

And another fine morning,
I sat on the same wooden stump,
to feel those pearly dews-
And to introspect-
How beauteous, that silence could be!

And, I saw that love coming to me,
As fast as she could run-
She came and sat beside me.
We did not share our words.
The warmth of possession-
Though, overwhelmed.

Yes, I got a friend.
Unlike me, she talks less.
But, she can express!
Deepest of joy and saddest of her thoughts!
Just through her sparkling eyes!
I envy sometime…
I wish I could do the same. 

I kept my hands over her. 
She wagged her tiny tail-
Looked into my eyes.
And rested her head!
Yes, I got a friend…

Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"