My Missing Friend

Phones, laptops, tablets in this century,

but I yearn for something less than this

A cute white Pomeranian is one for which I reverie

What a bliss, what a bliss

That cute smile , that mushy fur

And those damp and clear eyes

Always attract me and my eyes become blur

But all of my family members oppose for it which makes me agonize

But I always pray that one day I shall be free from this melancholy

Currently I’m in a state of folly

I yearn that one day my wish would be fulfilled

And I shall be contented and thrilled

A magnificent silken leash having ‘Darcy’ christened on a heart

who’ll be not most likely be nonchalant

A wardrobe full of furry and exquisite coats

Which will make dressing as reminiscing anecdotes