On a regular lake - walk evening
During a North Bergen sojourn,
Between a paddling of pretty ducks
And a dole of dainty doves,
Men, women with their kids and dogs,
Displayed bigger levels of energy output,
With no competitive credentials needed,
For activities to mark entries in an event ledger.
I saw pairs of people walking at an equal pace
Keeping their ego projections as a point of reference;
A few also did it, one behind the other,
In a seeming spirit of co-ordination or submission.
There was nothing sportive in the jogging promotion
Of those, burning calories for an enticing dinner.
My eyes fell upon the free walk zone of a Pomeranian
Whose leash belonged to him for a while,
When his master chose a path for himself to tread.
But the cute little puppy, tuned to his master’s mood,
Toed the well- known vagaries wedded to his age.
Between the man and his pet,
Who cut an edge higher
Or who belonged to the other,
Is a piece of truth stranger than fiction.
Prof.P.Chandrasekaran.
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