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Language of love.
Divya returned from her office,
With a face, like someone had stolen from her all of her bliss.

Her pet,Robbin jumped on her,
But today she didn't cuddle him,
And keeping him down on floor,she entered the house,
Robbin realized, she wasn't happy,like she used to be earlier.

She was in a unpleasant mood as she didn't receive promotion,
And her colleague did,as both of them had a tough competition.

Divya wasn't unhappy because her colleague received it,
But she was sad,as even she had worked in a hard manner,which could surely be called worth it.

She took a cup of coffee and sat near the window,
Watching the people and vehicles, going,to and fro.

She had discussed with Robbin about all of her hard work before,
And excitedly told him that she would get the promotion for sure.

Now Robbin,knew the reason for her sadness,
And tried to bring back in her heart huge amount of happiness.

He bought the family photo,
Kept beside her,on the window.

Then he rushed towards her bedroom,
Divya was still lost in her gloom.

She heard something fall,
And immediately gave Robbin a call.

Then her eyes went on the photo frame,
She remembered about her family, the happiness,their talks, their jokes which were lame.

Robbin with two of her trophies came before her,
Remembering about them made her a little happier.

One she received for the Best employee,
And after having a look at it,she was filled with joy.

Another one for the best performance,
Divya remembered of her happy memories in her head, when over the trophy she had a glance.

She realized how Robbin was trying to make her happy,
With his little efforts,to get rid of her mood which was gloomy.

She brought him close and kissed him on his head
And She realized that she had beside her, a best friend.

Who loved her like anything,
And knew,how a smile on her face he could bring.

And now in her mind there was no stress,
And she realized to have Robbin in her life she was surely blessed.

She realized maybe God in Robbin's form,was telling her to be grateful,
To look upon precious things that she already had,and to be cheerful.

Robbin got out of her lap and rushed,
And went again in the bedroom and brought a canvas,paints and a brush.

Divya was great at painting and loved it,
And she knew Robbin was telling her to draw a painting of him, which would be totally legit.

And now Robbin stood before her in a cool pose,🐕,
And they were happy,as all the cheerfulness within both of them had arose.