Saturday 4 June 2011

Loss(My Pussy's no more)

This was written long long back in 2000 when our pussy cat died :(

Just as the cold breeze touches us unawares
So did she enter our lives silently and suddenly
She became a part of us, we never understood and we never realized
She sat beside the fire on cold wintry evenings
She ate the sweet pie with us on warm afternoons
She walked in step to welcome friends
And bid them goodbye too
And countless things she did to make us laugh and bring happy tears!

But just as the breeze touches us and leaves
She left too, so soon, silently and suddenly
She was young and she was playful
But now she's gone
What remains are endless memories...
Her bright shining in the horizon and beyond
The breeze still will blow, touch and go
And life will move on!

1 comment:

  1. Hmm....touching poem.
    But I really don't like the touch of such creatures...so I would be touched by such animals near me

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