The Mighty Tiny Soul
Peep: The inspiration behind this ballad.
One wintry morning, my friend and I were on a mission,
To feed the voiceless fellas who roamed around the streets.
We walked towards a garden where our eyes met with a pup.
He laid still; stiff as a stem,
But moved his beady eyes, and I read that he was asking for help.
We named him Peep.
His innocence caught me, and I couldn’t stop.
I brought him home and,
Kept him in a cardboard box.
A spoon of milk pumped him with some life
As he began to stand and feel a little alive.
I was hopeful he would survive,
But he whimpered all evening.
I thought he missed his mom,
But he was being remembered by someone a bit beyond my thought.
I gave him the last dose of medicine,
But his time was near, which I couldn’t sense.
I fed him with a dropper,
But my hands froze for a moment.
His breath got heavier and his legs started stiffening.
My eyelids got heavier, and I called my mom.
He was leaving me, and how could I stop him?
My pain was nothing in front of the suffering he stood.
I was a medium, a puppet of the Absolute.
He made me render my part of the service.
I used to think that it’s me who’s doing it all.
But Peep proved me wrong, because when I held him in my arms,
I knew he was not mine.
What have I ever owned in this world? And what will I ever own?
His creator called him back
But left me with his beautiful work, who was in his deepest slumber.
My eyes were wet, but I hugged him tight,
And stared at his beady eyes,
which shone with the mightiness, no human could have shown.
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