MOTI MY FRIEND Moti my friend, I miss you no end I think of you each time, I see a loaf of bread… I can only request people to see If you are being fed I care for you In a very special way which you’d never know anyway. I think of you when I am snug and kept warm wondering if you are shivering from lack of love or has someone pitied you and given you a rug Each morning when I am driven to hospital the glimpse of you and your faithful paw, which you hand me through the window of the car… My heart whispers a prayer for you May you find a friend to take care of you - Gitanjali Ghei Moti was a stray dog, born on roadside. Gitanjali, her friends and Mrs. Gubby had named him Moti. He was known as the building-dog. Mrs. Gubby had gone to the extent of registering his name and putting a collar around Moti’s neck, with his name and the license number. Once Mrs. Gubby had left for the U.S.A and Gitanjali for hospital, Moti had no one place to go to beg for food. The servants sometimes did care, but not for long. Moti’s collar had been removed by miscreants. Moti has not been seen around for long. - Year 1976
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