Darts my day, just jet swift with my elated pets,
Get up I, at cock-crow when pole star twilights,
Soon crawl into supple lap of sleep, for a while,
Trip out of bed, that dawn crow-caw as whistle,
Attend matins, listening tunes of birds as music,
Pets yell with empty vents as high-pitched lyric.

Scatter I, grains to chicks and sparrows at once,
Offer fruits to caged parrots, even minas thence,
Untie I calf to cow gaining milk, nursing puppy,
Next ride to fields abaft pools and ills pratt,
Feed I, peacocks and swans on the way of daily,
Cooing jaybirds haunt on head just guides gaily.

Unbolt I of yard, driving cattle herd to verdures,
Roam around crops, counting apes on contours,
When enter I groves, squirrels hug me for fruits
There under a tree clump, a drove of elk awaits,
Convoy of doves at jet speed lands, I nurture all,
Untie a lamb bleat for eve milk, as days last toil.

Return home at dusk, when farm pets bid adieu,
House endears’ lulls plunge in the sleep of glee.

The poet brings out true passion of man on beasts in the poem “My Pets” from dawn to dusk without any interruption of affectionate feelings and feedings on pets while attending the daily duties, such real love enhances the essence of solace, truce and patience, as the pets let out their hearts to the person who wins them and the ultimate result is that nothing but the breeding of amity, fraternity and humanity and that kind of love is the basic step of secularism.