It's smooth as it goes down,
the taste is bitter sweet,
it takes away the sorrow,
and the regrets.
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It's better cold,
never warm,
it's never weak,
forever bold.
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It takes away the pain of yesterday,
and helps you forget,
of the things that have gone wrong,
at least for the night.
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This is my pain reliever,
my little helper,
it never seems to fail me,
and always calms me down.
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No one understands,
No one tries to help,
I'm to help myself,
My pain reliever.

I feel like crying
some few tears will do
to wash away the dark
cloud I harbor
At my back.

Spring came full of rejuvenating hope to ward off the chilly winters,
It came replete with dreams of days much brighter,
It came to exfoliate & gently scrub away the old ones,
Yes it came to make way for the new flowers.

It stayed till the sun was high up there in the shy sky,
It stayed till the sun burnt holes in human pockets with bills of electricity,
It stayed till the sun was cursed for being out there with AC's to help the well to do,
Yes it stayed there till it was the merciless month of June.

Summer then took over in July by burning animal & human skins alike,
It even did not spare a patch of cool water in the naked-barren lands,
It made animals cry & people kneel down and call for help,
Yes their calls weren't left unanswered and soon it was the rainy monsoon.

Monsoon - the rainy season lashes upon the oven hot land in August's end,
It eases the hot temperatures and releases peafowls in mating,
It even threatens to drown the ill-prepared cities of India by flood-waters,
Yes Mumbai is just one example of how Indian people want the autumn to come.

Autumn - the reliever from torrid showers,
It is an exception in the Indian season cycle,
It is neither that torrid monsoon before it nor is it the hostile winters succeeding it,
Yes it is a short calm time just before the winter season extreme in the north.

Winter season as we've learnt to call it in schools,
It sends chills down the spines of Indian people all over,
It is harsh only in the north but the other people simply don't have tolerance or genes,
Yes I love the beautiful winter season so what if once it nearly took my life while on trekking.

After that difficult day of stress,
She is always there to ease the tension.

Whenever sadness controls my feelings,
My dog knows how to produce that smile on my face.

As terror creeps up on my nerves and brain,
Roxy’s presence provides tranquility to my entire body.

If rage starts to build up inside my veins,
My pet can offer calmness that runs through my bloodstream.

My animal will always be my best friend,
And my protector from harmful emotions in this imperfect world.