My cat Raju never talks much:
I respect his privacy though I
Detest the way he nonchalantly steps
On pages of my literary aspirations
Converting them to maps
Of remote islands, yet undiscovered.

His blood is blue undoubtedly:
Unlike other cats he measures his steps
To the rhythm of soundless drums
He seems to hear with remarkable clarity —
Lost in grandeur, he never turns
Even if you call him repeatedly.

But when the fish arrives
His dumbness disappears
And his beautifully rendered ragas
Are the envy
Of many a promising musician
Near and wide.

Sometime at night, however,
He changes
Like Dr. Jekyll into Mr. Hyde:
His voice strangled
With pent-up feelings
As he struts on the tiles

And makes a most
Unmusical racket
Until father comes out
And chases our dear lover
To seek his elusive
Dear, elsewhere.

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About VijayNair

I retired as Associate Professor, Department of English, Government Victoria College Palakkad, Kerala. I taught English Language and Literature in various colleges for 31 years. My Ph.D. thesis was on the plays of Wole Soyinka. My collections of verse include "The City and the Hermitage" (1988), "Doors Swing Open" (2008), "Eyes" (2010) and "Whispers of Light in Darkness" (2013). My poems have also appeared in the International Anthologies "I am a Poet" (2013), "With Love" (2013), "Synthesis" (2014) "Poetic Symphonies" (2015) and "Heavenly Hymns" (2015).

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