The Cuddly Observer
Even in sleep I touch that cuddly soft nose
In the morning we play a wrestling match
At noon he looks at me and I supervise my tiny ranch
I touch the soft clothy fur
And I close my eyes and see the man a far
Oh! he’s my man
And my vision go blur
With love
The teddy sits beside the fish jar.
By Rudra Nath Chakroborty on Teddy day
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