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