The pet strays in a new lane again,who knows this may be the same,

It shines as it shined last yesterday,master shares the bone and complains no more.

May be HIS-his bad days are over again,this might be the end of the master regin.

May be he can relive those communist days of his childhood,when his parent heard only his cry and condemned what peoples fry.

When he ruled the home and played all day in the grass...

Now the days have turned around,the grass has grown brown..

Burning red with every puff,turning the blood whisky ruff.

Now money has only one power,to buy an hour out of consciencence...

when the pet feels like a king,ring master of every scene

This illusion lasts for a min or two,filling the brain with a 42.3(v/v)

when again the clain pulls the morning back

The day ahead may appear charismatic, but all the sub-conscience is lost in a hour

The chain is ready waiting with the a new radius this time..

The sun comes filling the brain with all the new sparks..

It seams this fire will explode this night...but the sun hides away in the shade

making the day dark as night...with pet left again to fight..

It happened so, pet went on a leave..Leaving the masters behind in the ship

The ship faced a little shower and the master got mad..

With nobody to blame, pet was addressed defaulter...

Reason being unique everytime...But time had been a problem this time
"Pet lives a human life"