B for Billu
Meow meow my dear Billu, where have you gone,
I am still calling you, sitting at the window all alone.
You used to instantly cheer me up after a day's work,
Your antics were no less than a high-priced artwork.
These days I see you in the shadows thrown by leaves,
And in those once hated scratches on my shirt sleeves.
P.S. I wrote it on 2nd but could not post.
Meow meow my dear Billu, where have you gone,
I am still calling you, sitting at the window all alone.
You used to instantly cheer me up after a day's work,
Your antics were no less than a high-priced artwork.
These days I see you in the shadows thrown by leaves,
And in those once hated scratches on my shirt sleeves.
P.S. I wrote it on 2nd but could not post.
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