The lion is lost.

My friend Buddy is lost.

I knew that he loved me,

from the way he used to lick me,

But then why did he leave me?


I am crying right now

as I care for him and

also love him.


Then it so happened in the early evening,

I came to know that Buddy was in the forest.

Frowned by the action that he dumped my friendship,

I went to mom and told her everything.


Only after that she explained to me.

“This is correct step that he did,

As he is not the one for the cage,

As he is one for the freedom,

Let him live there,


In the royalty as a king of the woods..”

  • :

    This poem was made in the classroom when my teacher was explaining the class about the story namely "a dog named Duke".



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