Past Tense Of Seasons: 01- The Third Dog

The first dog roams freely at her will, wherever she likes to flee, whenever she loves to turn like a free bird. The second dog follows her religiously, Sticks to her shadow, Licks the same plate as and when she does. For him, it becomes the need of the hour. And the God of Eros blesses him, in a while. The third dog watches all, silently from a distance with his eyes blank, blurred with incompetence, Submits to the setting Sun Of his youth, and accepts And enters the mode of self-denial, Convinces himself It is the day of another one, not his anymore.