A dirge for Bagli

 

Bagli was a small town, when first we heard the name

Then Bagli was our bounciest dog, always ready for a game.

Now Bagli is buried, and haunts our days and nights

With memories of playing ball, shredding coconut-husk and other memorable sights.

 

From when she was a little pup, we had trained her not to roam,

And her personality was such that she preferred to stay at home.

Barring a few visits, with the boys, to meet Comet and the rest,

She really wasn’t the sort to go haring off on a bandicooting-quest.

 

So when she didn’t appear three days ago, when I opened the door

We hoped and prayed that it was just an aberration; nothing much more.

Another day, and in my heart, I knew she was M.P.D.

And yesterday, after searching high and low, it was Bagli, R.I.P.

 

She was the darling of the visitors, and the milkmen, too

And everyone was grieving for Bagli (and I suppose, so will all of you).

We take a certain solace from the fact that all the expressions of grief

Are followed by a coda: “She gave so much joy to all; though her life was destined to be brief”

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5 Responses to “A dirge for Bagli”

  1. sunder and sonati Says:

    Clive says and I copy-and-paste

    “Look thy last on all things lovely,
    Every hour. Let no night
    Seal thy sense in deathly slumber
    Till to delight
    Thou have paid thy utmost blessing;

    Since that all things thou wouldst praise
    Beauty took from those who loved them
    In other days.”

  2. sunder and sonati Says:

    Pashwa says and I copy-and-paste

    How utterly sad! I remember so well his bouncy, shiny-black lovely dogginess. An earnest, playful and beautiful soul…Am sure with the love and attention he received in his life at Thekhambattu, he will rest in peace. Sending all of you lots of love from us all, xx

  3. madhavan Says:

    How sad to hear the sad end of Bagli dog lovable and affectionate
    We all enjoyed with her when we visited your place
    Maadhu/ Vedha / Deepu / sahana

  4. coevolvewithkiran Says:

    Will miss her. Sufii will be sad also. She also lost her dear dog some time back.
    When I encounter death, I am always drawn to this Hopi prayer..
    —-
    Hopi prayer

    Do not stand at my grave and weep,
    I am not there, I do not sleep.

    I am a thousand winds that blow.
    I am the diamond glints on snow.

    I am the sunlight on the ripened grain.
    I am the gentle Autumn’s rain.

    When you awaken in the morning hush,
    I am the swift uplifting rush

    Of quiet birds in circled flight.
    I am the soft stars that shine at night.

    Do not stand at my grave and cry;
    I am not there, I did not die.
    —–

    In many ways she will be with you and with us!
    Hugs,
    Kiran n Sufi

  5. ramasami Says:

    I remember how she used to chase the tennis ball,
    And catch it in her snout, not tired at all,
    But there was one funny, quirky little fact,
    She absolutely refused to give the ball back!

    ~Pragnya.

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