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.
Changing feline moods beautifully portrayed!
Thank you very much,Sunila.
Lovely poem which made me think and smile at the same time.You write so beautifully dear Vijay.
Thank you so much,Pramila.
It is ever thus with the Feline species.
Thank you very much,Louis.
Well captured the story of feline species in a brilliant way Vijay Sir.