A Sermon From The Wild

On a stone wall, by the pavement Annoyed and angry, With daggers drawn at everyone Sat he dejected and depressed. Eyes so cold, mind so blank His vision, blurred by a hazy mist, His gaze, fixed on the horizon far Stationed he like a block of stone From a distance, came a barking sound From the dog that followed its master's trail Seeing a rodent, behind the bush The dog was barking on and on The mangy animal, once so loved Now left wantonly uncared, Violently disturbing the calm around Irked the man, otherwise annoyed Instant was his response. Picking up a stone and aiming at the dog He hurled the stone with all his might And wow! It didn't miss the target Hit hard by the whizzing stone The dog twitched and yelled in pain Licking its wound, it ran round and round Along the concrete path, mad and wild Until, at last it slowed down And moved towards its master harsh Petrified, on an impulse, he jumped down, And fearing the worst, he closed his eyes. But wagging its tail with a pleading look It began licking its master's hand The hand so rude that clutched the stone, And flung at it, causing it to bleed It was a gesture too deep for words That taught the man the lesson of love; To love others with every broken piece Even after someone breaks your heart After years, it still remains The best sermon, he ever heard. Hitherto, never ever preached By any mortal, living or dead