In A Lonely Man's Life Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

A kitten from somewhere when came
In a house of one living lone,
And resigned to have no one else,
Happy but with the skin his own;

Enough he felt he had of all,
Content in caring his bone bare,
Reconciled living all alone,
It's late in life new souls to care.

So annoyed, so angry was he
A cat, of all, should share his house,
And uninvited too at that,
A house that had no room for spouse!

He tried to push out this gate-crashing guest,
Shooed at it with no influence,
Even aimed a stick at the pest,
Kind old man! She took no offence.

Instead, she even responded
With a feline feminine call—
Meow, meow, with a bent head
That'd melt even a hardy wall.

Feeling in him a strange li'le tick
That he thought was for long frozen,
Prompt, he withdrew the warning stick,
Old knots had begun to loosen.

Casually she came closer still,
Heavens, he even liked her act,
She meowed once more with some will
That had a sure telling effect.

This made him to feel for their ilk,
Poor thing, she's in need of my love,
He felt compelled to give some milk,
And a routine was set in groove.

Sure, soon in his esteem she rose,
Helped melt his long frost attitude,
Soon enough she was someone close,
Ere he knew he felt somewhat good.

But ways of heart strange often seem,
To him all whose life ruled by head,
Comes a day as if like a dream,
Heart asserts when though with some dread.

Bold, one day she brought in a mouse
At home of vegetarian stout,
Feeling repulsed, all grudge and grouse,
But where's the heart to throw her out?
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Reflections | 14.01.16 |